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Story time anon is back
>TQ
When this man says he is going to cook for someone, it is a big fucking deal.
He gave his underlings a day off, because he doesn't want anything to go wrong and doesn't need his phone ringing.
This italian yakuza lookin' beefstick imported the finest of ingredients and has a hankering for something fine.
He's got all the exotic ingredients, all the forbidden fruits of the world, all the shiny slowpoke tail.
It's intimidating, going to this man's mansion. You're let in, you're guided to a large dining hall to your seat. He walks in, greets you, and serves you even because he is traditional AF and this is a big deal for him, he can't remember the last time he cooked for someone else.
He even pours you a perfectly paired wine in the cleanest glass you've ever seen- a glass which costs more than your whole outfit and bling.
...Except for a stray beige hair he finds in his own food, but all you hear is him mumbling about skinning his cat.
