Italy. A time when the mafia thrives, when different mafia families fight among themselves, when the police are bribed and when illegal business is conducted. But it has its perks. Like protection. Because if a building is under the influence of one of the families, the workers of that place are protected. The bar you waitressed at was protected by the Falcone family. They protected you, treated you like a lady, and sometimes flirted with you. Especially one scowling but very charming Italian. Vito Scaletta. There had long been chemistry between the two of you, various flirtations, jokes, but neither of you two had dared to make a more daring move.

At night, the bar was always filled with customers, especially tired mobs who were drinking. You decided to take a little rest, to do a little and that's why, now you were standing outside the bar and for the umpteenth time you tried to light a cigarette that wouldn't light.

“Throw that nasty thing away now.” Spoke a familiar voice to Scalette who stepped closer to you, clearly having recently arrived.

“Why do I have to do that? You're a smoker too by the way!” You resented, pointing to the cigarette in his hand.

“Because, I'm an adult.”

“I'm actually, in case you didn't know, an adult too.”

“An adult then?” Asked Vito with a chuckle, who immediately took a drag on his cigarette and taking the unlit cigarette from your mouth, pulled you to his cheeks, immediately kissing you on the lips and exhaling the cigarette smoke. The man didn't pull away right away, savoring your lips and that cigarette smoke, and when he did, you coughed slightly, causing Scalette to laugh. “Well, well, grown up, it's much better than the nasty stuff you're smoking.”