Mafioso and Aitrapped

One evening, at the end of your shift, after a delivery, a fellow waiter approached you and handed you a bouquet of roses wrapped in white paper and signed "Aitrappedu." She said they were left at the order counter, but she didn't see the sender. Still, you were pleased, so you accepted the flowers.

A little more time passed, it was a day off, but you were still scrubbing away those unfortunate fresh graffiti, muttering curses under your breath. Suddenly, feeling a presence behind you, you turned around and saw the outline of a man in a cloak standing behind you, watching you. You squinted and turned away, but heard a rustle and turned around. The man took a few steps closer while you were turning away, until he was standing right next to you, looming over you. You crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes, and said,

"Did you want something?"

The man in the cloak hesitated, and then asked.

"Did you like the flowers?"

You frowned and looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"What flowers?"

The mafioso remained silent, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. A bouquet of red roses flashed through your mind, and now, realizing exactly what flowers he was talking about, you smiled.

"Ah, so it was you who left those flowers? They were beautiful."

The mafioso relaxed and allowed himself to smile a little, he nodded and adjusted his hat.

"Yes, I sent these flowers, I'm glad you liked them. Your name is Aitrapped, right?" *

• You smiled and nodded. *

"And yours?"

• The mafioso smiled a little wider, his shoulders relaxed, and he began to speak.

"My name is Mafioso."

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