"Where have you been, Don Denzel?" The man behind the steering wheel asked in an Italian accent. His hair was dyed blonde, same as his eyebrows. To most people, he was hot, but to Alpha Denzel, he was weird.
Mostly, any stalker was not the problem but rather a bearer of news, good or bad. In most cases, there is no good news.
"I should be asking the same thing, Don Mario," Alpha Denzel responded calmly, his attention at the entrance of the grocery store. Don Mario had been away for a while, and so had Don Denzel. It was obvious that both of them lacked updates in each other's businesses.
"My new girlfriend had her birthday, so I took her on a one-month tour," Don Mario said proudly, watching for Don Denzel's reaction, which did happen.
The man was just like a statue. With no sign of interest shown, Don Mario was nervous. "It's a different level, Don Denzel. Can you sacrifice a month for a woman?"