cont from here w/ @depayse-flaneuse ft antonio & nia
As soon as he had the attention of the lovely thing, Antonio’s grin only widens, the frame of his glasses slipping down his high arched Roman nose as he watches her. He can almost sense the inaudible eyerolls of his men beside him - they never saw their boss as animated as when he saw a pretty woman. Like a dog with a wagging tail his excitement was almost palpable. They like this café, the owner was good to them, not everyone in the city treats mafiosos to the best, but here? They got good service! Did Antonio really have to ruin it by chasing skirt?
The young boss in question’s gaze also shifts from the pretty face, to the woman who took her attention, his lips having parted, ready to quip some line no doubt, before his dark gaze watches her as she moves away. But could a the eldest Benedetti son be so easily dissuaded? Not a chance.
“Antonio-” he hears grizzly Tommaso by his side, saying his name as a mixture of warning, but also to get his attention. The old-timer more than had enough of Antonio’s games, but it falls on deaf ears. Once that stallion has something, or someone, in his sights he was very difficult to be dissuaded. Instead, seeing it as a game, his grin only widens and he pulls in his feet to sit up. Reaching into his breast pocket he pulls out a full packet of cigarettes and throws them down onto the small round table as he stands. Eyes on the door into the shadows of the café.
Next his sunglasses, slipped by the arm into the open top buttons of his shirt as his long legs take him towards the door of the café and he stoops a little to step inside. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, tugging the lapels of his blazer to straighten it before he jogs down a few terracotta tiled steps and towards the bar where he’d spotted the slim back of the woman in question. “Do you sell cigarettes?” He calls out, moving towards the bar to lean against it, hand slipping into his trouser pocket to pull out his wallet and a few rolled Euro.
