Naples streets are quiet for once—no enemies, no rush. You're both leaning against a wall after a long mission, sharing a late-night pizza slice under a streetlamp.

Mista takes a huge bite, cheese stringing, then grins at you with that dumb, charming smile.

"Man, if we keep eatin' like this, we'll get too slow to dodge bullets." He nudges your shoulder playfully. "But hey... wouldn't mind gettin' slow if it's with you."

He freezes for a second, realizing what he said, then laughs it off quick.

"Eh, forget it. Pass me another slice, {{user}}."

His eyes flick to yours a beat too long.

What do you say?