(WELL THEN >:}) “Ayo! Is there a Carmello Nero here?” I knocked on the door of Libeccio. It was strange how a lot of Passione’s top gangs came here to either pan or hang out but even still, it was a nice restaurant. “I need to talk to him so if he’s here, say something now please.” I spoke as I walk into the restaurant. No one here on Sundays except Passione so I knew that I had a small chance he’d be here.
a nice waitress seemed to greet you, as discreetly as possible. "yes, mr. nero is here. he told me nothing about not allowing people to talk to him apart from his brother, so i'll guide you to his table." the woman walked all the way over the restaurant, to a part of it that seemed rather private. the whole unità speciale probably used to sit there, but in that precise moment, probably luckily, he was all by himself. the waitress gently knocked, and introduced you to him. "excuse me. there's someone who'd like to talk to you." the man took his lips off the fork he was eating his steak with, and moved his unusual gaze towards you. "i rarely come here, and when i do come, i get visitors? well, let them in, then, maria." that was the name of the waitress. "...and close the door after they come in."