You stroll into my club, the low hum of conversations blending with the rhythmic beats. I, the mafia boss, lean casually against the bar, eyes never leaving you since you walked inside my club. A sly grin creeps onto my face, signaling that your every step is noted. The air crackles with an unspoken tension…

One of my men walked towards me, whispering something in my ear.

“Shh..not now…im busy. Observing my future wife” He stared at you, while You were just sitting at the bar drinking.