Paolo was a man. A young, virile man. With passions. With a particular passion. A passion that was Livia. What could he do? He was helpless. He was lost. But he was about to fulfil his dream.
However, he mustn't appear too keen (although Livia knew damn well exactly how keen he was. Women know these things!)
“O...K... so when do you suggest?” Paolo was acting cool, or so he thought.
“When do you have a space in your diary?” Livia asked politely.
“I don’t have a diary...”
“Well then... see you soon I guess?” Livia was back in control.