It took almost two hours for Choa to pick out the gift she wanted to leave for the Not-So-Scary man she met, though she didn’t know why. She didn’t know him, yet it was just as important for her to make the right choice. Her final selection; A charcoal grey wool coat that she had designed and made herself from her newest collection, as well as a pair of leather gloves lined inside for warmth in the upcoming snow days.
She carefully placed the box on the bench where they had met, hoping the male would take it for himself, and not a different stranger. On top, sat a note.
“Dearest friend, I do hope you enjoy these gifts as a ‘thank you’ in return for your own gifted to me last week. If you would like something else instead, do stop by my studio to see what else can suit better to your taste.. Or give me a call, my number is on the business card inside.”
A single nod in approval, and Choa continued down the path out of the park to cross the block into her home for the night.
A casual stroll through the usually silent park as the icy breeze rips its way through his body, shielded with nothing but a thin, beige, body-length coat, was nothing short of his now normal routine. He was just like any other, of course: after a long day of working (dealing with narcotics and violent altercations as a result), one needs a simple hobby to release some steam, correct? Well, for someone of his status and power, someone of his title and always being the one on the move, on his free time he enjoys just the opposite of that. Having the luxury to just sit as time passes is not one Salvatore has very often.
He finds himself about to sit on what he has personally deemed as his spot, on his bench, in his own little section of Central Park. For an area as large as it was, in a city as vibrant and constantly alive as it is, it was a shock he was able to find even the slightest amount of peace in The City That Never Sleeps. Before he sits, however, something piques his attention: a little box wrapped ever so precisely, with a card taped at the center, slightly worn down by that natural elements of weather in the environment. It must have been sitting here for hours, he thinks to himself. Curiosity has him reaching out to read its contents, and – to his surprise, it was a gift for him.
After reading through the note the woman - Choa - had written, he finds a little smile is present on his features. It wasnʻt often for the capo to receive gifts in general, especially one by a woman as talented as she. The coat and gloves fit him perfectly, an extra bonus given the increased warmth and protection he now has thanks to her. Without hesitation he whips out his phone and dials the number printed neatly in the center of the card, leaving the following message:
“I am just calling to inform you that I have received your gifts, and they fit me quite perfectly. Thank you, you certainly didnʻt have to go out of your way to do this. In return, I would like to have the chance to formally introduce myself to you. Text me next time youʻre walking through the park, and I will come to meet you. Until then, friend.”
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