She glanced around first. Nobody was sitting remotely near them. With a sigh, she looked outside, too. Resting her head on her hand, she blinked once before answering.

“Well, I’m sort of in the mafia,” she mumbled. “But I’m not really considered a head in it, yet other members don’t exactly like me because of my relations with certain members.”

“You’re in the mafia? huh I never would’ve guessed. What relations may that be?” he said slightly quieter, leaning in, intrigued as to what the girl had to say, but leaned in far enough so only the two could hear each other.