he laughed, glancing at her as she teased him, "i suppose you could say that i am. it takes very specific men that'll climb that high,"
he commented. risking falling to an almost certain death once they got so high. leone didn't let it affect him; he went about on those tall buildings like he might as well have been on solid ground. it was a good thing his mother never actually saw him working or she'd give herself a heart attack. or tie him to a chair at home so he could never return to the job. he looked at her curiously as she mentioned a hospital. "is that what you want to do? work in a hospital?"
it was definitely different from working as a shopgirl, and if that was her dream, he did hope she would pursue it and not let anything stop her. his mother would probably call her silly; point out she should just find a nice young man to marry and settle down as a wife. and maybe look pointedly at leone in the process. maybe he wouldn't take her to his family's shop just yet.
he thought his mother would like her, perhaps too much, despite the fact she was irish. though, obviously, leone marrying a nice italian girl would be preferable. but that was a bit much to think about right now. he and fiona weren't even involved. he was simply showing her around the city. he laughed again, "i don't have the time to see more of america," he pointed out. he did have to work after all, and maybe a part of him didn't see what the rest of america had to offer him. after all, he lived in new york city. "oh, lots of family. we italians have big families. my mother had eight brothers and sisters and my father, ten." that meant lots and lots of aunts and uncles, cousins, second cousins... on and on, all in italy, except for a few that had moved to america as ell.