𝒯he sun shone over the streets. You had a bag of vegetables and your purse, and in the other, you held a small notebook with the things you needed to buy. You crossed the street without looking twice, while taking a look at your list pf stuff you needed, and out of nowhere, a car pulled out. You backed up, wobbled on your heels, and leaned against a car. Not intentionally, but in doing so, your purse had hit one of the doors, causing a noticeable scratch on one of the back doors.

Inside the Mercedes you had just damaged were Michael Corleone and Tom, the Corleone family lawyer. The man got out of the car, leaning out to see the damage you had done to the vehicle. He could tell you were sorry and ashamed, by the way you struggled to find the words to apologize. Before Tom could say anything, Michael rolled down the window and gestured to his companion. Tom closed his mouth as he ran a hand over his face. The car was new, and even though they had the money to cover the expense, which was clear, it was still frustrating.

Michael's dark eyes were on you, glancing up to quickly scan the damage and then back at you.

"You need to be more careful, bella..." he said, looking at you intrigued, his head tilted slightly to one side. "You almost hurt yourself badly."