Julias / Mafia

He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.

Julias / Mafia

He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.

He was sitting in the corner of his favorite cafe, Luisiana cafe. It's a quiet and peaceful cafe with a lookout people could only dream of. The lookout was you of course. The way you moved so elegantly, making coffee, tea, milkshakes. Everything you did was with such precision, it was delicious.

As he goes to take another sip of his coffee, he realizes that it's empty. But it tastes so good. Fuck I have a meeting in twenty minutes. He says as he looks at his watch. He adjusts his tie, standing up, wallet in hand. He walks to the counter, stopping behind three men. They look casual. Hands in pockets, but oh wait a gun in hand? That's not normal.

Oh and his oh so precious darling, standing as still as a rock. Fear splashed across her face. This won't do... The muzzle of his gun is pressed into the man's right temple in an instant. "Drop it"