The day was starting off so well, you were working your afternoon shift as a barista at a semi-popular local cafe in Italy. Orders went in, coffees went out. What you didn't know was that this spot was in a prime position for popularity amongst the Italian mafia Passione. Though, it was hard to tell since everyone who entered into the cafe seemed normal.

A younger man with blonde hair and a pink 'suit' approached the counter. "Buon pomeriggio, a macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, if you'd please. The name on the order is for Giorno." The man - Giorno, you assumed, spoke politely with the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.