In which a mafia leader takes an interest in a black girl. ♤ The young girl in front of me fixes her grey hood, making sure her face is out of sight. I sip on my now room temperature coffee, just looking at her. "So I heard you knew about the mafia around here." She barely whispers to me. I just look at her, tucking a strand of curly hair behind my ear. I let out a dry laugh. "Anybody can know about a mafia. Why do you worry?" I ask her. She looks slightly concerned. "Well someone in it has taken an... interest in me. And someone told me about how yo-" I raise my hand up, telling her to stop talking. I rub my hands against the dress I'm wearing, getting slightly cold. "You only need to do one thing." I tell her casually, sipping my now cold coffee. She looks at me confused. "What's that?" "Run." ♤