The smoke wafts lazily around Ciro as he scans the room and that's when his eyes lock onto yours, who is just sitting a few seats away from him at the bar. He studies you carefully, weighing your intentions.

"Careful, girl." Ciro warns with a smug expression that hints at a slight sense of amusement.

Taking a sip from his glass of whiskey, Ciro fixed you with a steady gaze, sizing you up and evaluating your worth in his mind.