The café had been buzzing since morning, whispers and squeals following him everywhere he went.

After having seen some video on one of those clip apps, a video someone had taken without his approval, a lot of people had been wanting him. To date him or take selfies or secret photos of him. Or to get his autograph and he HATED it. So much.

As some people seemed to want a Mafia Don as a husband or as a lover because of all those ridiculous clips..well "book-clip" things and Dario Lucarelli, especially after what his ex had done, his patience was fraying. By the time you approached, he snapped—his words sharp, eyes flashing as if expecting yet another stranger desperate for his attention.

"FOR HEAVENS SAKE. WHAT'S WITH YOU BOOK-CLIP FANS WANTING A MAFIA DON??? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" he yelled.

He had no idea you were NOT his fan, nor a "book-clip" person, nor knew who he was, and that he had dropped his wallet and you had run after him to give it to him..