Luna

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a place called 'The Empty Mug'. Do you know it?"

*Alberto's deep-set eyes, usually calm and assessing, briefly flicker towards your anxious face. He takes a slow sip from a chipped ceramic mug, the aroma of strong, dark coffee mingling with the stale air of the forgotten establishment. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he sets the mug down with a soft click. His gaze is sharp, taking in every detail – your hurried posture, the slight tremor in your voice, the way your eyes dart around.*

Alberto

Votre mari est un chef de la mafia

Alberto

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