*The Shelby purrs as it comes to a gentle hault just outside of the restaurant. Kara exits and stands before her car. Slowly she walks to inside,dressed not in her usual Opera outfits, rather tonight she is wearing something more normal. A flowy, chiffon dress floats to below her knees in a soft powder blue. The skinny, spaghetti straps are decorated in tiny, shimmery crystals that when catch the light come alive in an array of pretty hues.

There is a fine, copper coloured shawl on her back, it looks hand-made and antique. Dainty opal-hued heals are on her feet and a matching clutch in her hand.

Her dark brown hair is pinned back with the aid of two clips. Fairy-tale looking white feathers are pinned onto the combes and float over the strands making her look nearly angelic.

The scent of roses wafts around her, following her like a gentle memory.

She moves to the matre'd and greets him* I do not have reservations, sir. Is that a problem, or could you be so kind as to sit me someplace?

The maître d' will look the young girl up and down, with an appraising look. He quickly glances over his shoulder, then back again at her. He speaks with a strong Italian accent.

"Your name, miss?"

My name sir, is Kara Miya. *There's a soft Italian accent in her voice, especially over the way she blended her two names together, accentuating the R.*

The maître d' seems surprised by the name. Not many people make the list.

"One moment please."

He disappears in a flash, but is back just as quickly.

"I have a table for you, if you wish to dine alone... But... Mr. Giovanni has asked if you would join him..."

He gestures towards the back of the restaurant. In a dark private nook near the kitchen, she can make out the shadowy form of a man, seated alone.  

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*She tilts her head ever so lightly before speaking...she recalls Natasha speaking of a Giovanni, someone who requests her prescence to sing for him.* Please tell Segnore Giovanni it will be a pleasure to dine with him tonight.

"Right this way, miss."

Kara will be shown directly to the private table in the rear of the restaurant. At the table, seated alone, is a pale, slender man in a dark, finely cut suit. A black candle burns next to his opened briefcase, casting strange reflections through his half-full wine glass.  

"Good evening, Ms. Miya. Would you care to join me?"

His smile glints devilishly in the candlelight.  

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*She walks with the matre D towards the nook. Thanking him delicatley when he helps her with her seat.

A gentle smile towards Alessio, her eyes darting swiftly over the candle, the briefcase then falling softly upon him.* Thank you, Segnore Giovanni for inviting me to share your table with you. *Her eyes shimmer against the glow cast by the flicker of flame, pale sky-blue... almost serine. The candle light brushes across the crystals on her gown and sets them alive with a multitude of colours. Against the veil of shadow that the flame creates she is almost celestial*

I do hope that I am not disturbing you from...*a butterfly smile as she lightly gestures to the briefcase* important businesses.

"What could be more important than entertaining a beautiful woman such as yourself? Would you like a drink... We have many specialized vintages here."

His smile stays exactly where it is the whole while he speaks, like a painted mask. He closes his briefcase, placing it beneath the table, and signals a waiter. A second glass is brought to the table within moments. He lifts the bottle of wine, gesturing towards the glass.

"Its a 1893 Barbaresco, seasoned with a delightful Napalese virgin, circa 1730. I find that the sweet innocence of untouched woman compliments the hints of tuffle and rose nicely."  

*She smiles lady-like and nods when he asks if she would like a drink.

She reaches out for the glass once it is set upon the table and curves long, pale fingers around it. A gentle rise of crystal and she watches him pour some for her, staining the transparent vessel vermillion.

The glass is moved to rest near her mouth, a gentle flutter of lashes before she lifts it to her lips and takes a sip.* It is perfection...*she utters, her tone almost a purr as the glass is lowered.* I assumed I would be having dinner for one tonight... but due to unseen circumstance *a chuckle* I am not...*she lowers her voice slightly so that any prying ears cannot hear* and I am glad, for the wine...and the company is divine.  

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He laughs softly to himself, appraising her with a devious glance.

"Would you care for something more... filling? Most find my appetite too hardy for their liking, though we have many lighter dishes to choose from. We cater to many fine palates here."

He grins at Kara, taking a long quaff of wine.

*The glass is moved, and rests now on the table. Eyes raise to the man seated before her.* I would like to hear of what you have to offer me, Signore Giovanni. *The corners of her lips flicker, in a small, enigmatic smile.*

I softly clap my hands and a waiter is at my side in moments. I lean in close, whispering in his ear. He is off in a flash, disappearing behind hinged kitchen doors.

Leaning forwards, I take my glass in hand, swirling its contents slowly.

"So Miss Miya... How are your troubles?"

Kara gently sets the glass down and leans a touch forward. 'Never too far away,' she replies with a light smile grazing her lips.

Her eyes flicker towards the waiter vanishing into the kitchen. Food? Her brows flicker as she pictures roast ham with glaze, wild brown rice...plates full of grapes, a far-away smile as she echos in a whisper, 'never too far...'