Kostantiniyye, 1511

Ezio's always been good at flattering women, but Sofia certainly doesn't make it easy. She'll take flowers and fine wines and other such gifts with flattery and grace, but they don't light up her face the same way it might have lit up any other woman's. What Sofia likes most is painfully obvious, yet so much trickier to get. And honestly, Ezio is still trying to work out why he's so intrigued by her in the first place.

( He cuts through the crowds in the market on his way to her bookshop, intentionally taking the long path, the one that winds around the concourse and hits all of Sofia's usual errand haunts. )