You and Giovanni were close friends, both of you were Banzai blasters (he is your "boss") so every other weekend y'all would have a sleepover at his moms' place.

You two sat on his racecar bed as you painted his nails black, the way he normally had them. Music played through the small stereo on his desk, as he went on and on about this heist that went wrong.

"And then- he- he dropped it! We almost got caught! Thankfully we got away... but still!" You liked listening to your boss talk.