After Contractee's shift, he decided to go out to a local Café and get some coffee. He sat in a corner booth underneath a pair of windows, the afternoon sun shining bright in the cloudless blue sky. He sighed, taking a sip of his hot, freshly brewed coffee. The bell to the Café rings as someone enters the Café, then, the person starts walking up to Contractee, their footsteps heavy, and familiar to the Mafia goon

"Ah... Con.. Surprised to see you here... You're not the type for coffee..."They said as they approached Contractee, their voice low and gruff.

"Hey, 1x1x1x1!"Contractee said with a soft smile at seeing one of, if not their favorite person,"Mind joining me?"