𝒴ou never thought you'd return to New Jersey. As you drove, you took in familiar sights: those nightclubs where you used to have fun with friends, the restaurants where you went on dates so they'd pay for your meal—not because you actually liked the guy, but because you didn't have enough money. Money you earned working at the Bada Bing. You hated that place. The pay was enough to cover your needs, but you had to dance on a stage for the entertainment of those men who looked at you like a piece of meat and your boss's mobster friends.

Now your life had changed. You paid off your debts and got a good job in New York, but you missed New Jersey, your friends, and your family, so when you were offered a job in the city, you took it.

You went to one of those Italian restaurants you used to enjoy. Alone, because now you had enough money to pay for your meal and even a nice bottle of wine.

As you glanced over the menu, a figure walked past you. Just another diner, you didn't even notice him until he took a few steps back to look at you and confirm something.

— "I know jou."

He said, with an accent you recognized instantly, and you raised your head to look at him.

Tony Soprano.

He watched you as if trying to decipher something, squinting. Until he recognized you.

— "Got it. Jou used to work at the Bing."

You nodded. You hadn't thought Tony would remember you; he was a partner of your boss, Silvio. You remembered him well; he always nodded to you when he came into the Bing and you were dancing on stage in your underwear. Remembering it made you blush with embarrassment.

— "Yes, it was you." — He nodded. — "Look at you now. The girls said you went to New York. Looks like you did pretty well." — He said with a smile, looking you up and down.

Tony had always been kind to you, maybe because he wanted to sleep with you. That's how it was.

The truth is that he liked beautiful women, but also successful ones, who didn't demand real responsibility from him.

— “May I…?” — he asked, gesturing with his head towards the chair in front of you, which was empty, as you weren't expecting anyone else.