CHAPTER 57
"Wait." Her attention shifted to the guy who instantly stood up and widened his eyes at her direction. He was obviously the drummer for the drumsticks at hand that he had been using on the drum pad at the table. "No way." He uttered in disbelief. "Sei quella batterista chic di Roma. (You're that drummer chic in Rome.)" He beamed at her and offered a hand. "I'm Enzo."
She blinked from what she heard. Confusion on her face.
"Un mio amico mi ha mandato un video di te che suoni la batteria al Santino Bar. Ha detto che ti chiami Rosa. È così che ti chiamano lì. (My friend sent me a clip of you playing drums at Santino Bar. He said your name is Rosa. That's what they call you there.)" He elaborated further.
"Oh." That was then she really thought that someone could recognize her. It wasn't that surprising but it wasn't also and everyday occurrence that someone would know her from playing. She gave him a polite smile and took his waiting hand. "Rosa."
