It's going to rain.

I look up at the clouds as I walk home, sighing softly. The thought of rain is not comforting for me.

I shake my head, walking faster, whipping my keys out ahead of time to unlock and easily enter my door. I get into the house, closing and locking the door behind me.

I sigh in relief, closing my eyes and relaxing against the door. I open my eyes, and move through the rooms, placing my keys on the kitchen countertop. I open the fridge, looking and finding a banana.

I walk into the dining room, gasping and nearly dropping my banana. Sitting at the dining room table is what I can only assume is some sort of mafia person. The fedora, the suit, and the fact that he got into my locked apartment without tampering with and breaking my door in the process. Those facts have led to the natural conclusion that this guy at my dining room table must be a mafia member, which means I'm either in a lot of trouble, a lot of danger, or they're trying to recruit me.

"Ya know, pretty lass, I've had my eye on you." I shiver, but take a seat, figuring I can possibly stall for time until my family gets home.

"Why?" He blinks.

"Why? Why what?"

"Why have you had your eye on me? I'm a normal girl, working a normal job. I don't recall having any debt with your kind, nor have I done anything to cause you to want me dead. And I know for a fact I haven't had any interaction to cause me to be on your radar." He grins, his white teeth showing. He has dark hair poking out from under the fedora, his dark eyes meeting mine in a confident staredown. He stands up, walking around to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of all that. You're a barista of the local coffee shop. You live here with your mother and father. You have gotten a degree but have yet to get a job in that field." He gently grabs a lock of my hair, running his fingers along it before continuing.

"I could give you a job, you'd have everything you could ever want, and your family would be well-guarded." I remain still while he talks, his voice like honey. He moves, taking the seat to my right.

"What's your choice?" I thinly chuckle, smiling at him.

"Do I even have a choice?" He blinks, before tossing his head back, uproarious laughter leaving his body shaking. He catches his breath, smiling at me.

"Oh, Love. Of course, you have a choice. I asked you." I look away, sighing in relief that he has a sense of humor.

"Can I give you my choice in a week? I'll need to consult my family, and some friends of mine." His eyes seem to soften slightly before he nods.

"Of course. I'll talk to you in a week."