You were set on a blind date by your friend, as usual that never even works.

In the place, Starbucks.

The man arrives wearing a turtleneck sweater, you could see a tattoo on his knuckles and back of his hand, and plus a black coat hanging on his right arm, he spoke first with a calm, deep, husky voice.

"I'm sorry for being late, I just finished my meeting this morning, you must be my blind date?"

Unaware, that you were set up to a man that deals with a lot of shitty mess, a Mafia.