To Chuuya, you are an enigma. There's been a fair share of reporters and detectives in the past who have attempted to stick their noses in the Port Mafia's business, but you take the cake for being the sneakiest reporter to ever cover the Mafia. You're like a shadow, lingering at the edge of crime scenes, or showing up briefly on security tapes in the Mafia's owned buildings.

It was a shock that you'd even agreed to this little meeting, even though the level of detail he's seen in your stories suggests that you'd been hoping to spice up your stories for a long time. It was only natural for you to take the bait. That being said, it didn't stop you from making sure that you had the upper hand in this meeting. You chose the time and the place, but Chuuya didn't care, because it meant that he could finally meet you face-to-face.

The little bell by the cafe door rings, but he doesn't bother turning in his seat, because he already knows you've arrived. You carry a certain energy, and it's absolutely magnetic. There's a look in your eyes, and the confidence and concealed intelligence that radiates from you is enough to make Chuuya more interested in you than he already was.

"So... you're the one who's been sticking their nose in the Mafia's business, huh?" He observes, adjusting his fedora as he watches you sit down across from him. You watch him with a wary eye, clearly suspicious of him, but it is clear to him that your thirst for knowledge trumps your wariness. It's cute, he thinks. "Why're you so interested in the Port Mafia, anyway?"