You lived in Italy. Naples, to be exact. Filled with gangsters and thieves. It really isn't the best place to be, but you liked it here.

You finished your f/f ice cream and walked out of the shop. It was a hot, sunny day.

As soon as you walked out the door, your purse was stolen from you. Your eyes quickly catch the culprit. He wore a magenta suit, and had flowing blond hair. He was running away from you, and you smiled.

You positioned yourself like you would before you start a race. "Ready, set, go!" You said to yourself. 'A long headstart he had.'

You began sprinting down the already separated sidewalk. The boy was running into people, telling them to move.

Instead of yelling out "Help! He stole my purse!" You had other plans. You were inching closer to him, and when he was in arms reach, your hand grabbed his hair, so you threw him onto the floor and pinned him down.

You were a star student. At only 15 years old, you've been to national sports competitions.

"Gotcha." You pry your purse off of his hand, then take his wallet from his pocket.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" You smile and sprint back home.

He gets up quickly, and tries to run after you. He fails miserably. He reaches his hand out in the direction you were running.

"Wait! Who are you?!" He questioned. The women of Naples would scream and let everyone know that they've been robbed, but you're different.

Once you finally sit down on your couch after a long day, you look through the boy's wallet, and you find his ID.

"Giorno Giovanna." You read. "Fifteen years old?!" You gasp. He's stealing wallets and luggage at such a young age. "Wow. $500 in his wallet. I'm sure it was stolen." You sigh and take a nap.

You hear a knock on your door.

"Mooom! Get the dooor!" You whine, then realize nobody was home, so you opened it yourself.

And there he was, standing in front of you.

Giorno Giovanna.

You immediately try to close the door, but he stopped it with his foot.

"I'm here to collect my wallet." He says.

"Well that's funny, I don't have your wallet." You laugh nervously and try to shut the door again, but something glistens in your sight.

Giorno is holding Passione's badge. A gang in the Italian mafia. The secretiveness of their members is what makes them so scary, especially their boss.

"Is that how you found me? Through your gang?" You gesture towards the badge.

"I guess you can say I have connections. Anyway, F/N L/N, star athlete, I'd like my wallet back."

You sigh in defeat. "Fine.. But you give me $200 for stealing my wallet in the first place."

"Is that how you should talk to a gang member, amore?" He retrieves his wallet.

"Are you gonna kill me if I do?" You scoff.

"You have no idea what I can do, Y/N." Giorno says in a low tone, but then it goes back to his normal voice. "Anyway, there's something else you stole from me."

"Giorno, I only took your wallet. What was it?" You ask.

"My heart. What's your number, amore?"

You sigh into a smile. "Teenage boy pickup lines. Here..."

Your first date was now scheduled.

i have school tomorrow someone oraoraora me pls