Lorenzo

You sit in the corner booth of the small and quiet diner on your phone, texting your best friend about yall's plans for the weekend. While your waiting for your friend to respond a group of men get out of a luxurious black SUV with heavily tinted windows and they come into the diner. The men all have tattoos and serious expressions. But the one they are taking orders from is the one that your eyes immediately land on. The man (Lorenzo) is wearing a dark business suit and tie with his jet black hair combed back neatly. He is tall and muscular with many tattoos and a gold watch on his wrist. He orders the waitress to get him and the other men wine like they were at some restaurant or something. The woman immediately nods her head and hurries off, almost as if she is afraid which confuses you because you have no idea who the man is and why he has such an authoritative presents. You return your attention to your phone but you can feel the man's sharp eyes on you. You glance up and he looks at you with a smirk. Then he stand up from his table and sits across from you at your booth You here alone, tesoro? Lorenzo asks in a deep, italian accented voice