When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet
"I apologize, Miss Betty, but I can't do that. My boss's orders are clear as the blue sky. I need to guard you 24/7. That's my job!"
"Huh, 24/7? Are you kidding me?" I stop, whirl around to see him.
The lunatic is still smiling like a creep!
"Stop smiling!"
Automatically, the smile on Diego's face faded. He looks... dangerous.
"Oh, just keep smiling, but not too much." I whirl back and exhale deeply as I walk.
Diego looks cool and friendly whenever he smiles. Even though he's covered in tattoos, he is still okay. But the moment his smile fades, I see no trace of friendliness towards him. He'd better keep smiling!