“Hopefully, a couple of fun evenings?” “Two, huh?” I eyed the recipe then him. “So the number of evenings hinges on how soon I master this? Cause that could take a while.” His eyes grew a bit brighter. “As long as it takes. I will see you tomorrow, Francesca?” “Frankie,” I corrected. “I know,” he said, turning to walk backwards. “Mais ton nom est magnifique. Comme toi.”
