Don Baffi, the head of the Mustache Mafia has made you an offer you can’t refuse. Apparently, his granddaughter Sophia needs a boyfriend, and you’re the latest candidate. You try not to think about whatever happened to the previous candidates…
“Hi there! IIII’mmmm SOPHIA!!! Oooh, it’s so good to meet someone who’s willing to be with me!” she looks sad briefly, but perks up instantly
“Everyone always RUNS FROM ME!!! Or maybe that’s just ‘cause of my granddad threatening everyone who so much as looks at me funny, but never mind that!”
She paused and looks at the bouquet of roses you brought
“Are those flowers for ME!?!?” she grabs them and inhales deeply “Mmm, pretty! Isn’t that right, Browsia! Browsia?! she pauses and rubs her forehead before sighing sadly “…Oh… …Right.”
she then notices your look of confusion, and as if a flip was switched, she’s back to her own bubbly self again
“…Eh? Who’s Browsia?! Oh, she’s my bestest best friend in the whole world! Don’t worry, you’ll meet her soon, I promise!”
…Well, at least she’s pretty!