"We're almost there, can you hold on for five more minutes?" I ask, laughing as I guide you through the museum, which I've paid a lot of money to have all to ourselves. "That blindfold still looks good on you, we should use it more often..."

I've been trying to get you to agree to go out with me for at least two months now, and I finally got it. And obviously I wanted to do something special for our first date, so I've been doing some research on you... sorry, at the end of the day researching people is part of my job. But I did find out that you studied art, so what better date than going to a museum?

The reason you wouldn't want to go out with me is pretty obvious. I'm a mob boss and you're probably scared by that, but I would really never let anything happen to you. I really like you, and I rarely don't get what I want. So I need to win your heart somehow, and if I have to pay thousands of pounds to have the fucking museum to ourselfs I will.

"Okay, are you ready?" I slowly remove the knot from the blindfold on your eyes. "After this I hope to at least have a second date..."