Giovanna goes with her own usual; one glass of ice water, one of fruit juice.
"We can always hope," she said quietly. Particularly Andrew, and she loved him for it.
When the drinks have arrived and the waiter has properly departed, Giovanna looks particularly questioning at Julian.
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