Note: This is a libertine thread turned to regular romance 1x1. Notify me if any mature content has not been spoiler'd. Thank you. One in the afternoon, on a Saturday. Monthly, he stuck to this sort of routine when it came to his hair. Nicoli Zangari was raised to believe that a man must look his best at all times. It meant he wore a face of success, with a confident hairstyle that represented more than charm. Nic left his penthouse to see Sasha, his usual stylist. By far, she was the only one who could make him look exactly the way he needed to look. A shiny black dress shoe pushed on the break pedal of his car so he could stop at a red light. Meanwhile, his chocolatey eyes cast a glare at the mirror hanging above, where he could see the bit of shagginess showing around his ears. This certainly wasn't a dignified look for him. When it was time to resume his driving, he continued his short journey to the place where Sasha worked. After parking his vehicle, Nic got out to drop some coins into the parking meter. There was a generous amount of minutes when he was through emptying his pockets. Not so much was he doing a good deed for the future customers who needed parking; he just wanted to get rid of all the loose change. The air was slightly chilly, he noticed. Autumn was upon the lively city he lived in. Two large hands smoothed out the cobalt colored suit he wore before he headed to the door, so as to not be late. The man had an intimidating presence with the confident way he walked, his posture flawless and his eyes strong, but cold. When he got inside, a thick knuckle rapped against the counter to get an employee's attention. This was a perfect example as to why people said he wasn't a very talkative person. They knew who he was and why he was here, so he saw no reason to say much. As he awaited someone's assistance, he thought about how he had to work later. Not at the office; he had weekends off. The other 'job' he had didn't come with days off, though. There was a meeting scheduled with an arms dealer named Rodrigo, who didn't know any English so there would be the hassle of dealing with a translator, and probably some trigger happy thugs. The transaction would be worth it, though. And with luck, it would be the last time he sees Rodrigo ever again. He was getting tired of hearing how they were essentially brothers because their fathers used to work together. Unlike his father, Nic wasn't the loving family type.