Mafia Boss's Angel

Wow, those eyes were simply adorable! His striking good looks were beyond compare, and he was the type of man I couldn't help but admire. However, the large tattoo on his arm that stretched all the way to his wrists raised some concerns. As a devout church-going girl, I knew my father would never approve of such a choice, making our potential relationship seem impossible. "I'd love a martini, extra dirty, and some tacos," he said, his voice filled with a dreamy, gentle tone. "Sure thing," I replied, taking the menu and giving him a shy smile. I felt my cheeks turning red, embarrassed by my obvious interest. If only there was a mirror nearby to see the pink flush on my face. I couldn't help but watch him eat with poise, his gaze fixed on his phone while he did so. His short, luscious brown hair was a sight to behold, tempting me to run my fingers through it. Unfortunately, I doubted he would find me suitable; still, it didn't hurt to indulge in a little fantasy. Suddenly, he glanced my way, possibly realizing I'd been staring. I quickly looked away, pretending to search for something, though I could feel a faint smile playing on his lips. He continued sipping his drink, engrossed in his phone. When it was time to settle the bill, I approached him gracefully. Oh, how I wished he'd make a move and whisk me away... "Maybe you should capture my image; it would last longer," he suggested in a deep, resonant voice.