My Mafia Mate
Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples, making the water dance in a symphony of silver and blue.
Overlooking this serene spectacle was the city’s skyline, a beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and proud. They cast their reflections on the water, creating a mesmerizing mosaic of light and shadow.
“I’ve seen way too many gangster movies, you know?” I said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on becoming part of that cinematic trope.”
Bab Populer