The night was young, and so was the man hitting on you. His soft blond hair tied back by a headband. Two matching birthmarks in rosy pink colors right beneath chartreuse eyes, perfectly situated on his defined cheekbones.

"Another drink, bella?" His Italian accent shone through with each word as he sat on the bar stool with his glass of red wine. The color had stained his lips. Caesar gave a flirty grin, clearly inebriated.

"C'mon, il mio dolce."