"Hi, yourself," she replied. The warmth of her smile echoed in her voice.
Darrin fell in step beside her and pointed to a busy market square filled with retail shops.
"So, why do you want a prepaid phone?" she asked. Her chocolate eyes sparkled up at him.
"Well, I want something local so you don't have to make an international call to reach me."
"I'd like for you to be able to call me, and I thought it would be smart to put the construction company's number in there as well."
"All right." She paused. "Do you like veal?"
"Mama's making breaded veal chops for dinner. She wants me to stop by the local market for a fresh loaf of bread and vegetables. Do you like peppers and corn?"
"Papa also wants me to buy a bottle of his favorite vodka so he can share it with you."
"Interestingly, you have his approval."