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Vincenzostood infront of the building that was half built. Sighing, he unlocked his phone to check the time. 3:30, it read. Still so much time left til this horrible day ended.
He had just watched his mother get sentenced to a long time. Poor him. He had thought he'd be satisfied for some reason, maybe because he was angry at her for abandoning him at a young age, but no.. satisfaction was the last thing he felt. Instead, he felt lost.. angry that she was wronged. She was his mother after all.
"Mr. Cassano?" The familiar voice of Mr. Cho broke the mafia man out of his thoughts and he turned to face him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Thinking." Vincenzo replied shortly, looking away for a second and sighing before shaking his head and letting out a scoff. "Nothing, really. How long until the building is finished?"
Mr. Cho knew something was bothering him, but he didn't question it. They weren't friends or anything, after all. "Two weeks is what the workers told me. I'm doing everything in my power to get this done soon enough."
Vincenzo nodded in acknowledgement, still a little out of it. "Good, then. I'll just walk around a bit. Is there a cafe around here?"
Mr. Cho nodded before telling him the location of the nearest cafe around. Their conversation was short-lived and limited, how it had always been. If the older man could, he would've hugged Vincenzo for saving him in Italy, he owed his life to him, and he wished he could be of more use to him.
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The mafia consigliere sat in the cafe that Mr. Cho had told him about. Korea was still one of the most hated countries by Vincenzo, but atleast the espresso here was good.
A sudden sound jolted him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see a demon in a toddler form crying his heart out in the middle of the cafe. The mother was clearly struggling to control him, apologizing to the people passing by.
The man shrugged. This is why I'd never have kids, he thought to himself.
"Hey, kiddo." A new voice entered the scene. "Stop bothering your mother."
Vincenzo didn't want to look up.. he really didn't. But he just wanted a distraction, anything so he could forget the pitiful face of his biological mother as she got dragged back to jail. So he looked up.
"Here, do you want this?" Vincenzo could hear the smile in her voice. And then he really saw her.
The stranger woman looked just like she sounded. Sweet. A smile was on her face as she offered a popsicle to the bratty toddler who had now stopped crying loudly, now letting out soft whimpers. Her hair was long, and the bangs almost covering all of her forehead. She was short in height, and you could just tell from looking at her that she was talkative and positive minded.
