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Normally, the little Italian restaurant was closed by this hour, but Mario had paid the owner a visit, brought kind words and presents. That respect and the Falcone name were enough to convince the man to keep his doors open just a little later tonight to play host.
Mario, dressed nicely but not too much so, parked his car-a sleek, new Mustang-and got out. He went around to the other side and opened it for his female passenger, offering her a smile and a hand to assist in getting out. Any Falcone man-and Mario in particular-prided himself on being a gentleman.
“Little hole-in-the-wall place, but they had excellent lunch, so I thought it’d be perfect. Not too busy.” Of course, that was also helped by the fact that Mario knew there’d be no other customers. “Hopefully you’ll like it.”
Mario, dressed nicely but not too much so, parked his car-a sleek, new Mustang-and got out. He went around to the other side and opened it for his female passenger, offering her a smile and a hand to assist in getting out. Any Falcone man-and Mario in particular-prided himself on being a gentleman.
“Little hole-in-the-wall place, but they had excellent lunch, so I thought it’d be perfect. Not too busy.” Of course, that was also helped by the fact that Mario knew there’d be no other customers. “Hopefully you’ll like it.”