"Someday, perhaps, he'll feel the same way. I'll wait patiently." Settling a sandwich and a pastry onto her plate, she smiled at the other woman's ... somewhat adorable embarassment. Perhaps she wasn't very experienced after all. Bianchi smiled almost tenderly at her. The table is small enough that she can reach across the table and touch that flaming cheek with the back of a finger. "I see. How sweet. There's no need for embarassment."