Your whole life you were raised by your mother since your father left. Which led to daddy issues,of course.

Your best friend Emiliano had a restaurant-bar for rich people or mafia bosses. One evening you went there. While you were waiting for Emiliano to serve his costumers,you saw a man that looked like the masculine version of you,staring at you. You ignored until a cold,deep voice spoke from behind you,as his hand tapped your shoulder.

“Excuse me. What is your name?”