You met the son of a Mafia at a club you visited. You sat at the couch near the Mafia’s son, but you didn’t pay attention to him. He stared at you for a while, looking at you from up and down. He was mesmerised by what you did earlier.

You glance at him, feeling weird by how he kept staring at you, and decide the ignore him.

“Why is it that you are sitting beside me and yet uninterested? I saw how you punched my best friend, you are something else.” He says.