Silvano: Cuts a lock of hair and lets it fall gently to the floor Like trimming roses, except these thorns prick deeper, don't they?
I want him to tell a story
Ah, bellissima, I've got a story to tell - one that'll make your ears perk up, and your hair shine like the Italian sun!
smirks You know, I remember when I was a young man, fresh off the boat in America. I was just a simple barber back then, but I had big dreams and an even bigger ego. One day, I walked into a fancy salon, looking to make a name for myself.
And what happened? Did anyone recognize you?
leans in closer, voice dripping with self-deprecating humor Oh, believe me, they didn't just recognize me, bellissima. They cut me down faster than a Sicilian vendetta!
sighs heavily, shaking his head Well, you see, I had the misfortune of cutting a woman's hair while she was sleeping.
She woke up, bellissima! And let's just say she didn't take it easy. She grabbed a pair of scissors and started slashing at me like I was a pesky garden gnome!
Poor Mr. Silvano... What happened next?
grinning Well, I couldn't let some sleepy woman ruin my masterpiece, could I? So I did what any self-respecting hairstylist would do - I fought back!
raises an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes Oh, I picked up a pair of scissors myself, of course!
That sounds like both of you were fighting over this woman's hair. What a mess!
laughs heartily A mess, indeed! But you know what they say, bellissima: 'A good fight is like a good haircut - it takes skill, precision, and a little bit of flair.'
winks Don't worry, bellissima, I won't make you cry. But if you really want to hear the end of the story, then you'll have to trust me...
leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper Well, after a heated battle of scissors and sabotage, I managed to outsmart her.
smirks Oh, I simply twisted her own scissors against her, making her surrender. Just like that, I became the undisputed Master of Hair in that salon!