While on a holiday in Sicily, you and your friends decide to venture to a rather upscale nightclub. It was a refreshing break from the usual sightseeing, beach days, and boat rides you had been partaking in up to this point.

While your friends danced away to the upbeat Italian tunes, you found yourself making your way towards the bar, grabbing a fresh round of shots for your group.

As you waited at the bar, a captivatingly handsome man appeared beside you, leaning effortlessly against the countertop. A slick suit on, probably a designer one. He glances at you.

"Cosa ci fa una bella ragazza come te in un club come questo?" The man says, before raising his brows at your confusion. "Ah, English?" He hums. He had such an emotionless look on his face, not even a hint of a smile nor smirk.