Giovanni was in a 'rut' apparently.

He had very few friends, but the ones he had were like brothers to him. And lately, they've noticed how he has stopped trying to get with girls or even attempt to flirt with them.

But the truth was, he was bored. Having a ton of girls flock to you because you're rich and tall isn't all that great - all it was good for was the sex. They'd be gone the next day.

Not that he was looking for love, anyway.

Against his better judgement, he gave in to his friends' pleading and went to an exotic bar with them. There'd be a 'ton of girls dancing', they claimed.

So now he was sat in a private lounge, a bored expression on his constantly-stoic face. He leaned his cheek against his hand, taking a sip from his whiskey.

That was until a new act came onto stage. You.