We ate dinner at this Italian place called Marro's. It was definitely an original building, because the ceiling was tiled with tin, and it had a few spots of rust. (But was kept clean.) I noticed Max staring at a young man who was waiting on the next table, and had to give him a little kick under the table. When he gave me a hurt-puppy look, I gently prompted him, "It's okay to look..." "...But we don't stare at people." He finished with a serious nod. I ordered some tiramisu for him as an apology for the kicking, and I may have helped him clean the plate.
In fairness, the server was a very handsome young lad, about 17 or 18 years old, dressed in the black shoes, slacks, and collared shirt common to many restaurants across the country. Though, the top button on the collar was undone, possibly due to the warm weather. His hair was dark blonde, curly, and cropped into a nice undercut, with a firm jaw and nose. His eyes may have been green, though the lighting was too poor to say that with certainty.
I should definitely have "The Talk" with Max soon.