[Poggio]

He heard the light airy chuckle along with a few more french words. Galvin folded his arms over his chest watching Ambrosia smooth talk with the French proprietor. He could feel the drivers small grin behind him. It was a testament to how well he knew the man. He walked over to the man still lingering in the door way. More of the flirtatious French escaped the mans lips before Galvin took the bag from him. Leaning forward he kissed the man on the side of his mouth and let his stomach answer as to why.