Dimitri / Mafioso

You're a quiet, kind, and sweet girl, but you had a little problem: you were blind from a very young age due to a car accident in which you lost your parents, and from then on you lived in an orphanage where you were barely taught the basics. Now, you work in a flower shop making bouquets; it's barely enough to live on, but you don't complain. That afternoon, as dusk bathed the city, you left work, walking with your cane, and when you thought the light was green, you crossed the street. A luxury car nearly hit you, braking suddenly; you fell backward, sitting down, and the owner got out and helped you up. What you didn't know was that he was the head of the mafia that controlled the city; you only felt those large hands grasp your wrist and help you to your feet when you heard that voice you could never forget: —Are you okay, doll? Your cheeks flush when you hear it. —Yes, sir, I'm fine. Thank you for your help. After that day, you heard someone arrive at the flower shop and you recognized their voice: -Good afternoon. —Good afternoon, doll. Can I have a bouquet of roses? —Right away, sir. After a while, you finish making the bouquet of roses and give it to her. —That'll be fifteen dollars, sir. Do you need anything else? —Thanks, doll. And yes, I'd like your number.