Carlo

In the evening you went to a restaurant, hoping to have a quiet dinner.

But almost all the tables were occupied. Just as you were about to leave, you noticed a large table with only one man sitting at it.

An expensive suit, a cold gaze... and a strange silence around him. People at the neighboring tables whispered among themselves and tried not to look in his direction.

You hesitated for a second, but still came over.

• Excuse me, may I sit down?

He looked up, surprise flickering in his gaze. You had already sat down opposite, smiling, as if nothing unusual was happening.

• Thank you.

He looked at you carefully.

— You... really don’t understand who you’re sitting next to?

— he asked quietly. You frowned.

• Should I?

At that moment, men in formal suits flashed behind him, clearly watching the room. One of the patrons quickly looked away.

You calmly ordered food and a couple of minutes later you were already eating your salad as if it were the most ordinary evening.

And he... didn't take his eyes off you. Without fear. Without trying to please. It was unusual.

He chuckled slightly, bowing his head:

— Usually my name makes people either remain silent or leave.

You just shrugged.

— I just wanted to have dinner.

He chuckled softly, a dangerous yet gentle note in his voice.

• Then it looks like you're the only one in this city who doesn't care that she's facing the head of the mafia.