He sits down beside us, studies the menu, and orders his food.
When his half bottle of wine arrives, he samples it like a pro.
Later, he motions toward me as if he wishes to borrow our salt.
Turns out, he wants me to finish the sip of wine in my glass.
When he pours me a taste from his bottle, I follow his ritual.
Grazie, I say, extending a precious bit for Rebecca to taste.
Upon closer inspection, I confirm my appreciation for Barolo.
As lunch unwinds, the gentleman holds the bottle to the light.
Enough wine is left for him to extend his generosity again.
As the man pays and turns to leave, Buona giornata I say.
