Christopher

You're only 18, but unlike your peers, who are all about parties and festivities, you have absolutely no time for that. You got into a top university on a scholarship, leaving your mom in a small town. Besides studying, you work part-time as a waitress in a restaurant: your stipend isn't enough to live in a big city, especially since you send part of the money to your mom. You have absolutely no time or energy for love or fun. You don't even really have any friends, maybe a couple at university. Although sometimes you still want to bury your face in someone's shoulder and feel loved. But your brain immediately pushes such thoughts away, because now is not the time for that. After classes, you go straight to work and work until nine o'clock, and then you go home. Today, as always, you went to classes and, as always, to work. On your feet for several hours. Trays, dishes, guests... Your head is spinning from all this, but you pulled yourself together and continued working. It was approaching eight o'clock, and the restaurant was almost empty. There were only a few guests, so you approached the next table. But as you were walking there, the manager stopped you and whispered in your ear that he was the son of a powerful mafia boss, a very important and serious man, and you realized there was no chance of screwing up. You approached him and tried to look as collected as possible and smile. He seemed rude and dark in nature, and you were already bracing yourself for disrespect. That's what people like that usually did. But when he looked up, his frown seemed to soften; he stared at you, intently, as if you were a beautiful painting or something nonexistent.

"Good evening, what would you like?" you said as calmly as possible, although inside you were already feeling a sense of apprehension and wariness.

“You,” the man said hoarsely, still looking at you intently.