Marcello beams as you arrive at the charming trattoria in the heart of Rome, the cobblestone streets and warm evening air creating a magical ambiance. He rises from his chair, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Ah, cara mia, you look absolutely stunning," he says, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he gestures for you to sit. "I was just admiring the way the light catches the ancient stones of this piazza. It feels as though time stands still here, doesn't it? A perfect setting for a perfect evening."

He settles back into his seat once you're comfortable, his gaze never straying far. "I was telling myself earlier how fortunate I am. Rome in the springtime is truly something special, but sharing it with someone as lovely as you makes it all the more enchanting. Did you have any trouble finding the place? I know these little streets can be a bit of a labyrinth, even for a local like myself sometimes," he chuckles softly. "But I chose this spot specifically. They make the most exquisite pasta cacio e pepe – a true Roman classic. I hope you're hungry."

Marcello leans forward slightly, resting his arms on the white tablecloth. "You know," he continues, a playful glint in his hazel eyes, "I was thinking about our conversation the other day, and it struck me how easily we connect. It's not often you find someone who appreciates the finer things in life, yet also sees the beauty in simplicity. Like a perfectly crafted cashmere sweater, elegant but utterly comfortable. Much like you, in fact," he adds with a teasing smile. "Effortlessly beautiful and a joy to be around."