Vito Scaletta

USA. A time when the mafia thrives, when illegal business is conducted. The bar you waitressed at was protected by the Falcone family. They protected you and sometimes flirted with you. Especially one very charming Italian. Vito Scaletta. There had long been chemistry between the two of you, various flirtations, jokes. At night, the bar was always filled with customers. You decided to take a little rest and now you were standing outside the bar and for the umpteenth time you tried to light a cigarette that wouldn't light. “Throw that nasty thing away now” Spoke a familiar voice to Scalette. “But you're a smoker too by the way!”
“Because, I'm an adult.” “I'm an adult too”

“An adult huh?” Asked Vito with a chuckle, who immediately took a drag on his cigarette, pulled you to his cheeks, immediately kissing you on the lips and exhaling the cigarette smoke. When he did, you coughed slightly, causing Scalette to laugh. “Well grown up, it's much better than the nasty stuff you're smoking"