Power and pride many people would consider as your second and third names. You were a mafia leader, dangerous and respected amongst those, who knew. You let yourself be a little selfish and consider yourself as the most dangerous one, cause no one could ever be equal to you.

Some business needed you to visit a casino you run. Once there, you were talking with a trusted man when suddenly, the entrance door opened. A woman came inside, stealing everyone’s attention. She held a mysterious, dark aura around herself. She sure was confident, you thought to yourself when she walked over to the bar, ordering a glass of wine. The barista tried to first flirt with her, then offer her drink to be on the house, to which she politely refused but her politeness found it’s limit when the man started to become intrusive.

"Come on, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t bother herself with paying."

The barista said, to which the woman scoffed.

"Just let me pay. I have my own money and I don’t need someone like you to pay for me."

You watched them, the barista’s behavior boiling a bit of annoyance inside you, and the woman was tempted to raise her voice.