The Mafia Boss’s Tiny Trouble
She watched it fall with intense focus, waited for someone to give it back, and then immediately dropped it again.
Dante watched this happen twice. A tiny, genuine smile flickered across his face before he caught himself and took a sip of coffee.
"She's testing gravity," Salvatore said, still filming. "Fourth time this week."
"Does it ever change?" Dante asked.
"No. Gravity remains consistent. She seems delighted by it every single time."
"That's either very stupid or very wise," Dante muttered. "I can't decide which."
"I'd go with wise," Mia said, sliding into the seat next to him. Their shoulders brushed. "Most people stop being excited by things that always stay the same. There's somethin