Ciao, bello!' The coal-eyed beauty who had kissed Jason through the Fiat's window appeared through the crowd, her pretty red mouth smiling. Utterly ignoring Storm, she perched herself on the table next to Jason.
'Ciao, bella,' he smiled.
'Vuoi ballare?'
'She wants me to dance,' he explained to Storm, peering round the girl's adolescent bottom.
'I know,' she replied shortly. 'I've got a degree in Italian.
