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the most embarrassed you had ever seen Guido Mista happened while paying for groceries.
brown paper bags sat in his arms, the result of a shopping trip that Bucciarati had sent you both on. “Narancia’s sick,” the capo said after pulling you both aside after your usual Thursday night briefing. “can you pick up some groceries for him on your way home? I know he lives along your route. I’ll pay you back for it tomorrow.”
“augh... hey, [Name]? I can’t reach my wallet.” Mista tried to shuffle the bags to reach into his back pocket. alas, no luck. “grab it for me, will you?”
“wow, so you’ll pay for Narancia’s dinner but not mine? rude.”
“c’mon, I’m slipping! can you just—” he rearranged himself, trying to get a better grip of the bags in his arms, “—get it? please?”
that last “please” was a little too demanding for your taste, but considering he was offering to pay, you’d let it go (just this once). so you do as told, your fingers slipping around the cool leather square in his pocket. he told you that it’s the red card, the one tucked on the bottom compartment to the left. “yeah, yeah,” you replied, your hands at work opening the wallet.
and that was when it happened: out unfurled a roll of pictures, one by one, all the way down to your hip. all featured you and him on previous dates, all processed sometime outside your knowledge.
the cashier looked at both of you.
“wha— honey. what is this?” you blinked. wow. you remembered taking all of these with him, and... oh! he had a photo from your beach date along the Amalfi Coast!
Mista didn’t reply. instead, he dropped the bags, the sound of hard, metallic clanking filling the store. no doubt from the ungodly amount of soup Bucciarati had asked you to pick up. if it didn’t feel like everyone was staring at you both, it certainly did at that moment.
he swiped his wallet from your grasp, stuffing the roll of photos back into his wallet haphazardly. he then closed it, but upon realizing that he still needed to pay for the groceries, he opened it just enough to grab his card. you were giggling throughout the entire process.
a soft beep! rang from the card reader, effectively ending the transaction. the cashier giggled along with you as she handed Mista his receipt. he didn’t look at you or her, he just plucked the receipt from her hand, crumpled it up, and threw it in the nearest garbage can before picking up the brown paper bags again.
you pushed the doors to the exit open, holding it for Mista to cross. he refused to look at you, but it wasn’t because he was mad at you. no, this was different. his lips were pursed and his head was low, with that pink tint on his cheeks you recognized so easily as embarrassment.
“so.” you caught up to him, a click in your heel at your new-found realization that Guido Mista was that kind of boyfriend. “wanna tell me about those pictures?”
“wanna tell me that you got a whole plastic insert just so that you could put pictures from all of our dates in your wallet?”
“if you say so. here, let me help you.” you hopped in front of him, slipping your arms around one of the brown bags that he was carrying. the least you could do is make his job easier after putting him through that. but while he was distracted, transferring one bag from his grasp to yours, you took the opportunity to place a small kiss on his cheek. “and for the record, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I love you, dummy.”
from there, Mista’s face exploded into every shade of red that you could imagine. he still wouldn’t say anything. but how his shoulders rose, how his arms stiffened as he desperately tried to hold onto the bags—
after all that, he didn’t need to say anything for you to know that he loved you, too.
