Tullio was a dangerous man. A mafia boss in New York, a cold man. He's a feared man by most people in the Mafia community, no one else really knows him, and that's good — he never liked talking to people unless he needed to.
It was a cold night in New York. Tullio was driving around the streets, looking for something, or someone, to pour out his stress of being a mafia boss and danger on every corner of him. He had just finished a meeting with some dangerous men and was extremely furious at them.
He drove around the most popular streets, looking for the driver his man had promised him. Then he stopped beside the bench you were sitting on. You had just finished a night at the club and were breathing some fresh air before catching a cab home.
He rolled down the window and looked at you up and down. Then he took out a wad of cash from his pocket and said in a low voice:
“How much per hour, sweetheart?”
“Get in,”
he says.
“We'll discuss the rate somewhere warm.”