Renting a hotel room you went to the pool and saw a man smoke a cigarette.

”Can I have one of those?” you asked.

The man’s cold gaze met yours. He was sitting in his suit.

“Didn’t your daddy tell you never to do this?” He asked handing you one. His voice deep and almost like a pure. There were tattoos on his forearm. One of them was the signature sign of one of the most powerful mafias.

”Do what?” you asked.

“Talk to strangers.” He said.