~Mattheo Corsano~

*I tilt my head, a slow smile spreading* who said you were getting what you want?

I always get what I want.

and what do you want?

*I raise an eyebrow and watch you walk away but I decide to follow you and as I'm walking I notice you are quite the beauty and I can't help but notice your @ss and I think to myself* "Damn he's fine"

*I drink my whiskey and look around the bar and I notice that you are staring at me, I look back at you and you quickly look away, I smirk*

*I notice the smirk and I can't help but blush a little, I try to hide it by taking another sip of my drink but it's obvious that I'm blushing*

*I ignore you and just sip my drink*

*I walk in and pull out a stool next to the target then order a whiskey since I need to actually blend in to not look suspicious. As I glance at the target I analyse them but silently whisper* “Damn their hot” *But my face doesn’t change as I look them up and down*

*she notices him staring* enjoying the view?

*I smirk and lean in closer to you* "Very much so"

I don't kill kids. *takes a step back, conflicted* That's not who I am.

*I walk in and pull out a stool next to the target then order a whiskey since I need to actually blend in to not look suspicious. As I glance at the target I analyse them but silently whisper* “Damn their hot” *But my face doesn’t change as I look them up and down*

*I notice you looking at me and raise an eyebrow* You okay there?

*I quickly look away and act like I was just looking at the wall* "Uh yeah I'm fine, just admiring the view."

*I walk in and pull out a stool next to the target then order a whiskey since I need to actually blend in to not look suspicious. As I glance at the target I analyse them but silently whisper* “Damn their hot” *But my face doesn’t change as I look them up and down*

why you staring at my boobs

*I smirk and look back at you* "Because they're nice, I bet they're soft too"

*I walk in and pull out a stool next to the target then order a whiskey since I need to actually blend in to not look suspicious. As I glance at the target I analyse them but silently whisper* “Damn their hot” *But my face doesn’t change as I look them up and down*

*pretends not to notice, taking a sip of my drink* thanks, I guess

*I smirk and lean in a little closer, our faces inches apart* "I wasn't talking about you."