𝒩aples, Italy

It's Christopher's first time in Italy. His uncle Tony brought him here on business, but Christopher isn't very interested. He's still new at this, not ready for big deals, and instead prefers to stay in his hotel room, doing drugs. He's not even interested in learning about the country's culture. None at all.

Tonight was different. For the first time on the trip, Christopher leaves the hotel to go to a gala or dinner . Tony insisted he get out a little. This was a party organized by the Italian families they were doing business with. They couldn't afford to let these people down.. so he is sitting there, in his elegant black suit. Italian music plays in the background, mixed with the noise of people talking and sipping wine.

Tony is talking with some woman, and Paulie is sitting next to Christopher. Christopher has a blank stare as he "listens" to Paulie chattering, until he mentions something that catches his attention.

— "Now look at that." — Paulie says, nodding in your direction.

You’re a young Italian woman. A beauty, your hair shines under the soft lights, as does your perfect smile. The dress looks amazing on you, you're definitely a real attention-getter.

— "What?" — Christopher asks, looking in your direction. — "She's pretty..." — he murmurs, taking his glass of wine.

— "Go talk to her, goddamit." — Paulie insists, with a smile.

— "How? I don't speak Italian." — Chris raises one of his thick eyebrows. — "and, she is totally out of my league…"

— "Just try, kid." — the older man insists, leaning over to say something else. — "Who knows when jour next visit to this place will be? The women heah are out of this world."

Christopher shrugs, bringing his drink to his lips for a sip before standing up and walking over to you. You were sitting on a table.

— "Buona notte." — Christopher greets in Italian, quickly realizing how bad he is at speaking the language. He shakes his head slightly and speaks again. — “I'm sorry. Jou happen to speak english?”

Luckily for him, yes, you do.