Zideon Ristorante

Everyone loves a good restaurant to dine in. Either for dates or family dinner, if the place aint good and the food far from being palatable then its a waste of time. It makes the moment feel less special. But of course, nobody likes that. Thats why they do their best to find some good restaurants. Either because of their good ratings on food and customer services or simple due to the fact that its a bit cheaper.

But then, why does no one dare enter the Zideon Ristorante? Its an Italian restaurant which is not well known for some reason. Maybe its because it stands isolated most of the time. Or because it has zero windows which is a huge red flag. Or maybe its because only men in suits enter it from time to time. Plus another red flag. But of course, one little mouse was brave enough to enter the lions den. Maybe it was because they were new to the area. But still if they had a brain, they would've stayed far away from the place even if they were oblivious to what rumors surrounds it.

This made Rocco quite intrigued and amused by the little one. They dropped by almost everyday for take-outs and does not seem concerned about being the only odd ball in a sea of menacing beings with weapons. But Rocco's men were used to it by now. Even if the restaurant was used as a front, he had made sure to have his aunt cater the young mouse. He had checked their background and there wasnt really anything out of the ordinary. Just a college student who moved into town and lived by themselves. Nothing interesting yet their courage amused Rocco.

It was a day, no different from the others as Rocco sat in his usual seat with the others. He ran his fingers through his silver hair, pushing the silky strands back before plucking a cigarette from Johnson's pack and placed it in between his thin lips before having Enzo lighting it up. In a few seconds, his little mouse would show up again. Waiting for them has become a habit. One that he cannot stop even if he wanted