The upper corner of his lip seemed to rise a bit before he seemed to try and keep his composure, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He had previously stopped in his tracks and attempted to make eye contact with you. Your gaze simply met the floor and it pissed him off.

“Quit acting so shy. Lift your head.”

His voice was stern and it was obvious he was being straightforward. How were you a dangerous mafia member and not to mention—his partner—if you can’t even lift your head?