Mello watched you from across the bar, hidden in plain sight. He watched from afar, taking a bite of chocolate as he rehearsed how he would approach you.

His gloved fingers tapped the table in front of him, his eyes never leaving you for even a second. He already made up his mind, he just needed to convince you to be on his side.

His hand grazed against the gun in his jacket pocket as he placed his trash into it- safety measure, not that he ever thought it necessary to use on you.