Mafioso

You were just trying to do your usual things. Well... whatever you liked. It didn't matter. You heard footsteps behind you. You knew exactly who it was. You didn't have any debts, did you? You remembered paying them off. You were nervous. What did he want from you? What if he killed you? But when you turned around, you found... a bouquet of flowers?

Mafioso smiled slightly as he offered you the flowers. He hoped you would accept them. His other hand was behind his back. He admitted he was a little nervous. He didn't want to be rejected. Especially not there, when he was supposed to be a fearsome killer. He chuckled, turning his head to the side.

"You didn't answer me anywhere else, so... yes or no? Would you like to be my Valentine?"