They pulled up to the restaurant, and he went around opening her door for her. She stepped out of the car and looked around. It was the first time she had been in this part of town; she generally just drove through it to get home. This part of town was more like a city within a town. It was the ritzier part of the area. She knew what Markus did for a living and where he lived. She knew he wouldn’t be able to afford this unless he saved up for a long time. They held hands as they entered the restaurant. The décor was like you would see in the mob movies. It was old world Italian style at its best. The little red candles in the middle of the tables to create an ambiance with red tablecloths. Pictures of famous Italians on the wall, anyone from Sly Stallone to Marlon Brando all signed to the staff of the restaurant. They approached the hostess.