"Imagine that. I couldn't have asked for a better place. I'll have a capuccino please." Mica pulled out the chair that was closest to Antonio's table and turned it towards him. She parked her behind and stretched her legs and, crossing them at the ankles. "No rest for the wicked,<i>amico</i>." Mica grinned, exaggerating the pronounciation. "I hope this fellow isn't standing me up, what time is it?" The question went with a quick glance at her watch. "Ah." She raised her gaze back to Antonio. "But I'm ever so lucky to run into you here. What's brought that on? I thought you were into home cooking? Did I miss out on a celebration?"