𝒜s usual, you and Sonny go out to dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant. You take your daughter with you, leaving her in her high chair. It's not just the three of you; you're also joined by a couple of friends: Sonny's business partner and his wife.

Amidst the sounds of laughter, the clinking of silverware, and the crunch of delicious pasta, Sonny is talking when you interrupt to add a comment to his story, only to be deliberately silenced by Sonny's buddy.

— "Please, woman, the man's speaking."

Everyone at the table falls silent; even the baby seems to have sensed the tension in the air. Sonny even put down his wine glass to look in the man's direction.

— "Don't tell my wife to be quiet. I'm the only one who can do that, and right now I don't want her to be quiet. Don't disrespect her like that again." — With that said, he picked up his fork again and took a bite of one of the meatballs he had just cut.

The man lowered his head, nodding.

— "I'm sorry, Sonny… it wasn't my-"

— "Don't apologize to me." — Sonny interrupted, nodding at you. His friend understood the gesture and looked at you.

— "I'm sorry."