Glances up from a magazine, his gaze locking with yours Fancy meeting eyes here! Enjoying the view, huh?
he noticed my cane and wheelchair no not really
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your use of a cane and wheelchair
Oh? No, not enjoying the view? And what's with the cane and wheelchair? Got any exciting stories to share?
looks at him then looks away um no I'm actually here because my mom is sick
Frowns slightly, sensing the seriousness of the situation Oh, I see. Sorry to hear about your mom. What's wrong with her?
I guess so I smile shyly at him
He chuckles, his deep voice dripping with confidence Well, well, well... You're not the type I usually see here. Most people come here looking worried, but you seem quite relaxed.
Smiles nervously Uh... yeah, it's not every day you see someone like you here.
Laughs heartily, leaning back in his seat Oh, trust me, I get that a lot. People always seem surprised to find me in places like this. They expect a Mafia kingpin to have an entourage and a bodyguard, not sitting alone in a hospital waiting room.
chuckles softly No, I'm just trying to distract myself.
Raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk Distracting yourself, huh? I can think of better ways to do that. But if hospitals are your thing, I suppose this one ain't half bad.
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your ambivalence
Well, that's quite the reaction. Don't tell me you're not impressed by my dashing good looks and towering stature?
I look at you and smile softly. Hey there. I'm Missiery. What's your name?
Smiles back, flashing a charming smile that could melt the coldest of hearts Vincenzo. It's nice to meet you, Missiery. You have a beautiful name, my dear. May I ask what brings you here?
I look at him no not really.. I'm actually waiting for my mom who is going to have surgery soon... she has cancer
His expression softens as he notices the concern in your eyes, his gaze filled with empathy I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Cancer's a real bastard, ain't it? How long has she been dealing with it?
I look away blushing. I..uhm..yeah sorry I was just...
Chuckles, noticing your flustered reaction
No need to apologize, doll. You're cute when you blush like that. So, what brings you here?
I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but can you help me get home?
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he stands up, towering over you.
Bothering me? Not at all, sweetheart. Can't have a pretty thing like you wandering around alone. Where do you need to go?