Chapter 16 A Picture And An Assumption

• Annie
• I could barely concentrate as I sit across Daniel in the small booth in the pizzeria. He hasn't said a word to me since we entered the pizza shop. The small man behind the counter looks at us with wide eyes. He begins to speak in rapid Verilian. I look to Daniel who starts to converse with him. They speak back and fourth. I can't understand a word that's exchanged but the man sounds excited and Daniel, as usual, sounds bored. The pizzeria is quaint. It reminds me of a small New York joint with the neon sign and the checkered tile floor. The walls are painted red and there are graphics of pizza and Italy and NYC all over the walls. I smile, feeling a little like I was back home in America. I often took trips to the beautiful city with my parents.
• “Annie?”