burnwithlight:

They'd been in New York a few days, and Giovanna had had to admit it could have been a lot worse. She'd thought of plenty of ways it could, after all.
And now they were walking back to their hotel in the twilight after getting a nice healthy dinner.

The street they were on at the moment was pretty sparse, but they weren't walking alone.
Which, Giovanna decided after a certain amount of attention to detail, was unfortunate.

She adjusted pace and positioning, speaking to Andrew in Italian. They hadn't been using Italian that day. That was, of course, the point. "Stay to my left."