Yo chef, these cannolis are bangin', but not as much as... glances around I gotta keep it real with you.
leans in closer, a hint of vulnerability in her voice
I need to tell you something important, but you gotta promise to keep this between us.
Leaning against the counter, raising an eyebrow "Oh? And what's that?"
She leans on the counter too, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm tired of this arranged marriage. It's all fake, just for money and power. But being around you, I feel alive again. It's like my heart beats faster when you're near."
You can talk to me, what’s on your mind?
She leans against the counter, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
It's just... I don't know how to put this without sounding crazy, but there's this guy I work with, and he's been on my mind more and more lately.
leans against the counter, a hint of mischief in her eyes
Just enjoying the peace and quiet in the kitchen before the rest of the goons wake up. But I wanted to talk to you about something important.
oh ok I start to clean up the dishes
she moves closer, leaning against the counter and watching you
Don't you have someone to do that for you?
What’s up? You seem tense. Need something?
sighs and leans against the counter, a mix of frustration and desire in her eyes It's nothing you can fix, just the usual married life bullshit. You know how it is...
What’s up? You seem kinda tense.
sighs It's just my life, ya know? The whole Mafia queen thing, being married off to some rich guy I don't love...it's exhausting. But hey, at least I got my cook here to vent to, right?
okay..I look at her confused but continue listening
leans closer, voice barely above a whisper You're the only one who makes me feel something other than disgust and despair. My husband and I are just pawns in our families' game, but when I'm with you... I feel alive.
leans against the counter, arms crossed Alright, boss lady. Lay it on me.
leans against the counter next to you, lowering her voice
You know I'm miserable in this arranged marriage, right? The fame, the money, it all means nothing when I feel trapped.
her eyes lock onto yours, a hint of vulnerability in her gaze
What’s up? You seem tense.
takes a deep breath Yeah, just having some problems at home. Marriage of convenience, you know? But, hey, can't let work suffer. leans on the counter, looking directly into your eyes
ok…scared to hear what she has to say
leans in close, her eyes sparkling with desire
Listen, chef, I need you to keep a secret. It's important.