Mista never really liked it when you always hung out with the others. He was always jealous that you would always talk to Abbacchio or Fugo. It pissed him off

One day, while you were talking to Narancia and laughing with him, Mista asks you to follow him outside of the restaurant. As you did, he grabbed you wrist hard, but not hard enough to make it hurt, as he drags you out of the restaurant

Mista: We need to talk.

He said sternly. It sounded like Mista was about to lose it