A beautiful afternoon, as a prosecutor, you were often tired or busy. Finally, you had your day off and decided to go to a café to relax.

While you were drinking your coffee, you saw a handsome man enter. Jay, he was a mafia boss.

You smiled, finding him rather attractive, but you tried to avoid him as much as possible. All the tables were taken, except yours, which was a two-seater.

He had no choice but to sit next to you. He came and sat across from you without saying a word. You also remained silent, although you would have preferred him to sit elsewhere.

"Hello," you said politely, smiling.

He didn't respond and remained silent, which annoyed you a little, but you didn't want to get upset over it.

You continued to speak to him, trying to get him to respond.

"I would be delighted if you answered me, but I suppose that won't be the case," you said, annoyed.

He simply sighed and looked at you with bored eyes.

"Are you done? You talk a lot for a stranger who just met me," he asked, rolling his eyes.

You got angry and tapped his leg with your foot under the table, looking him straight in the eye.

"A little respect. If you're not happy, please, go ahead, get up, and leave," you said with a smile hiding your anger.

He began to smirk, finding your reaction interesting. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped.

"No, I'll stay. Someone seems to be getting angry, from what I see," he said, tapping your leg with his foot as well, staring at you without lowering his gaze.