She stares up at him, obviously determined to hold her ground. Her dark eyes glint... dangerously? And yet, she makes no move to back away or tell him to move.
Lucan leans over her, cocking his head to the side. "I didn't hear you the first time, Je...
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He doesn't even like coffee. What the hell is he doing here?
"Hello, welcome to Blacktop. What would you like to order?" The waitress's voice comes from somewhere to Lucan's left.
He speaks into the phone. "Aspetta un secondo." [Hold on a second.] The caller on the other end of the line patiently waits as he nods at Darius to order for him.
Darius nods back to show that he understands and Lucan tunes out. His attention is turned back to the task at hand, not even giving the waitress a spare glance. He's trying to land a business deal in the stead of his father. So far, the process is coming along very well, and Lucan doesn't want anything to change that.
Call him superstitious, he doesn't care.
"Va bene, sono tornato." He says. [Alright, I'm back.]
"Dove ero io?" [Where was I?]
"Credo che stavi per dire che ha accettato di l'affare?" [You were about to agree to the deal?]
The twenty seven year old laughs. "Ne valeva la pena, si? Ora, mettiamoci al lavoro." [It was worth a shot, yes? Now, let's get down to business.]
"Sì, naturalmente. Sono d'accordo con le tue idee, e sono sicuro che il signor Giovanni approverà . Sebenne..." [Yes, of course. I agree with your ideas, and I'm sure Mr. Giovanni will approve. Although...]
Lucan frowns. "Anche se... cosa? Qual è il problema?" [Although... what? What's the problem?]
"Se la posizione della fabbrica senza dubbio causare alcune lamentele." [The location of the factory will undoubtedly cause some complaints.]
He sighs a bit under his breath. "Tutto apposto. Farò in modo di un incontro con il signor Giovanni e mio padre per discutere le nostre opzioni." [Alright. I'll arrange a meeting with Mr. Giovanni and my father to discuss our options.]
"Perfezionare. Ci vediamo due presto, suppongo?" [Perfect. I'll see you two soon, I assume?]
Lucan nods. "Sto contando su di esso." [I'm counting on it.]
The caller laughs and bids his goodbyes before hanging up. Lucan detaches the phone from his ear, stares at it for a few seconds, and slides it into his pocket. He turns to study the interior of the diner, finally able to fully register his surroundings since he had gotten out of the car.
It isn't much to look at, to be honest. Ashy red walls and pale grey floors clash together against the black marbles tables and leather booths. It's as if the designers had no idea what aesthetic they were going for when drawing this up.
