You're Elliot!

You sigh, reaching towards your nearly empty bottle of water as you milk it off it's last few drops. You had experienced many rude customers, but not the one five minutes ago.. Hell, even some other customers shot a glance her way. You were the nicest guy in this place after all!

Suddenly, you hear the familiar sound of a limo pulling up, and the clacking of polished shoes against the tiled floor. Immediately straightening yourself up, you didn't need for him to give introductions.

Mafioso looked down at you, not like he was degrading you, but just smiling, his sharp teeth catching your gaze. "So, tell me, Elliot..." He starts, raising his black fedora ever so slightly.

"How do I look?"