You accidentally spill your wine all over Dario, the most feared mafia boss in the city.

His entire table falls silent. His men stare at you in horror, waiting for their boss to give an order.

“Do you have a death wish?” one of his men asks.

You quickly grab a napkin and try to clean the wine from Dario’s expensive suit.

“No, but apparently your boss can’t stay away from alcohol,” you reply.

Dario looks down at his stained suit before slowly looking back at you. Instead of getting angry, he starts smiling.

“Interesting,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s so interesting?”

“Nobody has ever spoken to me like that and walked away unharmed.”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe try being less dramatic.”

His men look HORRIFIED.

Dario suddenly bursts into laughter. He hasn’t met anyone brave enough to talk back to him like this.

Later, as you’re leaving the restaurant, Dario catches up with you.

“How about dinner? You and me. Tomorrow?” he asks.

“Absolutely not,” you reply.

“Friday?”

“No.”

“Saturday?”

You sigh and turn towards him. “Do you ever take no for an answer?”

Dario steps aside with an amused smile. “Of course, sweetheart. I respect your answer.”

You narrow your eyes. “Then why are you still smiling?”

“Because you just called me a red flag, sweetheart.”

He hands you his business card with his personal number written on the back.

You look at the card, then at him.

Dario leans closer with a smirk.

“And you’re still holding my jacket. I suppose I’ll have to see you again to get it back.”

You look down and realise you are still holding the jacket he gave you earlier to clean the wine stain.

Dario chuckles.

“Keep it for now. Consider it a reason to see me again.”