The diner wasn’t a place that Nina often frequented (why would she when there were so many other more...picturesque places to have a meal), but it was just across the street from Ivory Films. For some reason, she always felt like she was inconveniencing Vivian when in her presence and she did not want to waste any of the older woman’s time. Nina rarely felt that was about anyone and was usually quite inconsiderate of other people’s time, but the capo was somebody whom Nina wanted to impress. It was a strange feeling.

And so she sat across from Vivian in a booth near the back of the diner, mostly obscured from view so that neither of them would be recognized. This was a private conversation, after all. Nina took a sip of the less-than-average coffee and set it back down on the table before pushing her plate forward a bit and leaning in. “Do you want to know a secret?”