For a while, you've known about your partner being the second-in-command of a notorious crime syndicate. That's why you dated them—for the thrill of it.

However, you haven't heard from them in a long while. Perhaps they're busy.

In the midst of your barista shift at a popular café, you spot an odd customer entering the building. Clad in luxury, the man seats himself at a table.

He glances in your direction.

"Cameriera," The customer subtly taps the surface of the oakwood table. He calls out to you, his voice accented and monotonous. "Come here."

What was odd, was that there were other waitrons beside just you.