"New York black and whites from Katz's Deli."

"Not much of a party guy..." He grumbled, but with a pretty thing on his arm, who was he to complain? He was still riding high on his recent victories.

"You won't even give me a hint, Red?"

He watched her leave until she was in the building.

A bit of nostalgia satisfied, he pulled out his phone to check in with his boys.

"She was."

He handed her back her bag, one foot on her building stoop.

"You watch yourself in the city, Layla. Don't make your father worry. He does. Even if he's gone, he worries."

"No details for old Alphonso?"

He escorted her like a gentleman, looking surprisingly not out of place. When he wanted, he could put on a formal, statesmanlike air.

"I'm probably old enough to be your father. Don't make this the wrong way, kid. I look at you, and I see my Janice..."

He smirked, pausing. He hadn't brought about her in a while.

"You good, or you need an escort all the way up?"

"Pretty women like you shouldn't be looking for danger. Least not on streets like these."

He looked at her a little worried. Some lesser goomba might have thought she was flirting with him.

"Born for it eh?"

He looked like he was thinking about something a long while, mulling a few things over as he did.

"This dangerous work, you do?"