Taming Mrs. Mafia

2 I Pity The One Who's Going To End Up As Your Husband!

"I'd like to eat some pizza... some pepperoni pizza... gooey cheesy pizza..." Hana kept on singing a weird song in the passenger seat which irked Ericka who was driving. They're on their way to La Marina.

"Boss, if you don't want us to end up in an accident, please stop singing that weird song."

She ignored Ericka and looked at the view outside the window. She did stop singing, but now she wiggled around as if she was dancing to an imaginary beat. Ericka expelled a deep breath out of frustration.

"Ooh... There's a new pizza joint. Let's try that one out!" Hana exclaimed excitedly like a kindergartener on her first school trip.

Ericka parked the car and Hana went out to order herself. Of course, when she got out of the car, gone was the girl singing a stupid pizza song a few minutes ago.

Hana was busy looking at the menu board while waiting for her turn when she noticed people whispering.

What are they whispering about? Is it me? Is there something on my face?

She looked around and noticed that the customers, especially the female population, kept on looking at something behind her.

She turned around to see what was wrong when her eyes met a man's firm chest evident under a white shirt partially exposed beneath a burgundy trench coat. He was scrolling through his phone while waiting for his turn.

She scanned him from head to toe.

Wow, fashion over comfort. Can't he feel this heat?

Hana judged people right away in her head. Thankfully, she never uttered her thoughts out loud.

The heat was at its peak and Princil was known for extremely high temperatures. She was amazed that someone would be daring enough to wear multiple layers of clothes at that time of the day.

She looked up to see the man's face and she was not surprised to see a foreign man with a pale complexion, different from theirs who was born and raised in Princil. Well, she had no idea what his nationality was. Foreigners all looked the same to her anyway.

However, she had to admit, the man's looks were above average compared to the foreign celebrities she knew. That's probably the reason why the girls can't stop looking at him.

He was wearing sunglasses so she's not sure if he noticed her looking at him.

Whatever.

She ignored the guy and turned to look towards the cashier again.

Finally, it was her turn to order.

"Hi. Can I get two pepperonis, two creole shrimp pizzas, one buffalo chicken pizza, one order of mozzarella sticks, and two colas in can, to go, please?"

The cashier looked up at her and was dazed for a moment. She cleared her throat and the man punched her order into the monitor.

"Of course. Uhm... would you like to add more?"

"No, that would be all."

She handed the money over to the man.

The cashier looked at the woman wearing a semi-formal office outfit in front of him.

She was almost as tall as him and looked like she stayed in air-conditioned rooms all her life for her complexion to be silky smooth. She radiated like the golden sun.

He paused a while ago not only because he found her beautiful, but also because when he looked in her direction, he saw her next to the foreign man and they looked good together. If not for the fact that the two had not talked to each other at all, he would've assumed that they were together despite them arriving at different times.