Class, meet Chef Michele...
May. 24th, 2008 08:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MIchele Mazza. I walked home yesterday to bring my pile of personal shit piling up in the office back to where it belongs. Walking back, I ran into Michele near his restaurant. "Why didn't you come for lunch!?" he asked me as we kissed both cheeks o so continental style. "Last night, I invited you to come for lunch with me at the restaurant?" He turned to the maire di. "This is my old friend Christina. We met last night." I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Oh yes, we are such old friends," I laughed. "So, I just had lunch next door, why you didn't come?" Who is this guy? "Because, Michele, you didn't call." I gave him my business card and told him to call me when he was in town next. He wanted me to stay and chat, but I was off. "Next time, call me," i laughed over my shoulder as I walked away.
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