The war has ended, so Aiello and his buddy Stiles decided to head towards the local bar. The way you moved around caught his eye, a quick waitress you were.

He elbowed Stiles to look over at you, his accent slipping out quickly. “Now look at that, wouldn’t you want to take her home and call her yours?” Aiello said as his eyes followed you.

You noticed him starting like a deer in the headlights, so you then walked up to his table, ready to take war veteran’s order.