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Chapter 4: Dinner and Dangerous Territory

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Klaus's Pov

Finn chose a small Italian restaurant tucked away in Schwabing, the kind of place that looked like it had been transported directly from a side street in Rome and dropped into Munich by someone with excellent taste and a disregard for zoning laws.

The lighting was warm and dim, candles flickered on red-checkered tablecloths, and the entire establishment smelled like garlic, fresh basil, and possibilities I wasn't supposed to be considering.

"My upstairs neighbor recommended this place," Finn explained as we settled into a corner booth that was probably designed for intimate conversations. "She's Italian, moved here for university and never left.

According to her, this is the only restaurant in Bavaria that knows the difference between carbonara and whatever crimes against pasta most places are serving."

I picked up the wine menu, mostly to have something to do with my hands. "Your neighbor sounds like a woman of strong opinions."

"Isabella? Oh, she terrifies my landlord
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