It was a perfect night. The weather was warm but not too hot, but inside the restaurant the air conditioning was always on, and through the large windows, you could see that it was raining outside. Abbacchio was wearing the most elegant and still goth clothes he could find in his closet, his most expensive makeup and the most perfect eyeliner he had ever managed to do. But most importantly: inside his black purse, a small box with an engagement ring.

"Hah.." Abbacchio smiled to himself as he finger-combed his hair, waiting for the man (who was his boss and best friend), Bucciarati, to arrive on the scene.