luca brushed his hair out of his eyes, crossing his legs as he watched himself in the mirror. "apologies for the short notice, sweetness." he hummed, his black eyes glinting. for an assassin, he sure was charismatic. "of course, if you'd informed me that we'd be doing this at one in the morning, i would've rescheduled."

the mafioso glanced up at his barber, offering a cheeky grin. being able to spend time with such a lovely person certainly was appealing, although he was potentially the one thing between them and sleep. for that, he did hold just an ounce of guilt.

"it's not horrible, but a trim is likely ideal. the boss has his big winter soirée this weekend." luca exhaled in a hefty, rather melodramatic sigh. complaining was probably his go-to, and usually nondependent on his true opinion.