Even though Tommy was now officially a member of the mafia, the Salieri family, he was still an occasional taxi driver. It just somehow happened that the habit remained a habit, and this peace of mind, when you drive a car, listening to your favorite radio.

One day, standing at a parking lot, Angelo smoked a cigarette as always, looking at the people rushing to work, at other cab drivers. Yes, and in general, as the city gradually woke up from sleep, from the night. Listening to the radio, the man didn't notice the figure approaching his car at all, only perked up when they got into the back seat.

“Where are we going?” asked Angelo, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot, raising his eyes to the rearview mirror, wincing at the sight of your charming eyes that stared back at him.

"To a diner in Little Italy. And don't take your eyes off the road” squinting your eyes with amusement you replied, noticing the slight blush on the tips of the man's ears at your remark and the way he coughed, returning his gaze to the road.

It seems that in addition to a customer, Tommy had a crush on those enchanting eyes.