Amleto sat across from you at a table in his Family’s Winery, staring at you with a sly look on his face. You’d met him at a bar the previous week, and gotten into a fight, but somehow ended up agreeing to converse over drinks. You knew he was in the mob, and that he was definitely bringing you here for a reason, but you shrugged it off.

Amleto grinned cunningly at you and poured wine into both of your glasses

“So.. why is someone as good looking as you, picking a fight with me?”