"You've got to try the veal," said Angie. "It's the best in the city."
"I will, I will," said Peggy, who was following her down the street to an Italian restaurant Angie had been raving about. "Slow down a bit."
Angie obliged her friend, and stood outside the restaurant, waiting for Peggy to catch up. When Peggy caught up, the two entered the restaurant and were directed to an empty table. True to her word, Peggy ordered the veal. While they were waiting for their food, Angie noticed a table of three guys dressed in fancy suits. She nudged Peggy. "Hey, check it out. Mobsters."
Peggy turned pale. "Are you serious? Those men are mobsters?"
Angie laughed. "No, I'm just kidding. They just got that mobster look."
Peggy raised her eyebrow. "Mobster look?"
"Yeah," said Angie. "Mobsters kinda got this look to them. An aura if you will."
"But you're sure they're not mobsters," said Peggy.
"I don't know," said Angie. "It's possible."
"So you're not sure," said Peggy.
Angie laughed again. "English, I was joking. Just relax."
"Okay, I'm relaxing," said Peggy, but she kept sneaking looks at the three men throughout dinner, even after their food arrived. She noticed that two of the men were talking to each other, not in English but in Italian. They said something the sounded like business. Peggy turned to Angie. "Can you speak Italian?"
"What kind of question is that?" said Angie. "Of course I can."
"Then can you tell me what those two men are saying?" said Peggy, pointing towards their table.
Angie rolled her eyes. "Just let it go. It was a joke. A joke."
Peggy ignored her and continued to spy on the three men. "One of them just left to go to the bathroom. He looks a little nervous. What could that mean?"
"Hey, how's work?" said Angie.
"What?" said Peggy.
"How's work?" said Angie. "Something to get your mind off imaginary mobsters."
"Work, work's fine," said Peggy. "I've been getting a lot more work since...well you know."
"Oh that's nice," said Angie. "And how are you liking the extra work?"
"To be honest," said Peggy. "Not that much."
"Oh well, I guess it's more exciting than working at the Automat," said Angie.
"Well you've landed a few roles, haven't you?" said Peggy.
"Yeah, but those are just background parts," said Angie.
Peggy ate a forkful of veal. "Isn't there this big part you've been practicing for."
"I don't think I'll get it," said Angie.
"Don't be ridiculous," said Peggy. "Of course you'll get it."
"That's what you were saying about my last audition," said Angie. "I don't know. I guess I really figured I'd be somewhere at this...English, are you listening to me?"
"Yes of course." Peggy turned her attention back to Angie.
"You were looking at those guys, weren't you?" said Angie.
"No I wasn't," said Peggy. "Well, I may have just glanced at them a bit. One of them just came back from the bathroom. It took him awhile. Do you think-"
Angie sighed. "Look English, calm down. You need to learn to leave this stuff at the office."
"And what if those guys really are mobsters?" said Peggy. "What then?"
Angie looked like she was going to snap Peggy's neck. "Listen closely, because I'm not going to say it again. I was just joking. Those guys aren't mob-"
Just then the man who came back from the bathroom pulled out a gun and shot the man sitting in front of him in the head. He then got up and shot the third man twice, once in the throat and once in the head. The man dropped the gun and ran out of the restaurant, which was now silent. Angie turned to Peggy. "Okay, maybe I was wrong."