Helena raised her eyebrows at his deflection and looked amused. “It’s quite good. A good Sicilian taste.” She sat back and just studied him for awhile with a small smile much like a cat watching a bird in a cage. “You don’t strike me as the type to be very forward, you know.”
“Is that so?” Cisco said with a smirk. “You don’t strike me as a woman who would purposely run someone over, either.” Cisco ordered himself a fine Merlot to be paired with whatever food he would order in due time. “So, tell me about yourself.”
Cisco backup 