He's sitting in a booth at a nice restaurant, waiting for his date to arrive. With his arms folded neatly in front of him, he checks his golden watch every now and then. She should be arriving any minute. Looking down at his phone, he swiftly scrolls through his messages with this girl. She seemed promising. Out of all the girls he'd been talking to, hopeful to find a wife that could be introduced to his Mafia family eventually, she seemed like a good candidate over text, although there were a few other women he was periodically talking to. Without looking up, he notices the sound of approaching footsteps and calmly, naturally sets his phone face down next to him, and lifts his gaze.