“Sorry Sofia... welcome. Can I get you a drink or something?” Paolo was trying to recover and understand the situation all at once.
Sofia had the upper hand, just as she liked it. Cheekily, she replied.
“What’s the ‘or something’ on offer?”
Paolo, now completely on his back foot, could only manage “Wine, beer maybe?”
“Wine would be nice, white if you have it.” she was letting him off the hook.
Paolo was recovering as he handed her the wine. He glanced at her. She looked stunning. Not as pretty a face as Livia, but the rest was pure woman.