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Giotto: Working For You

You ran out into the garden. By now, you were freaking out; panicking even. Where was he? Where was your boss? What could he possibly be doing?

"Master G-Giotto!" your voice broke.

You pushed through some trees and bushes: a shortcut to a secluded place in the back of the garden. You saw something, walked over and sighed. Finally, you found him. You rushed over to him but stopped when you saw his peaceful expression.

He was sleeping on top of some bushes. Small leaves were stuck in his blond hair and all over his clothes. You saw he was sleeping in his fancy clothes: suit, cape, everything. You looked at him worriedly. His clothes will be ruined!

"Master Giotto! Please. Wake up, Master!" You shook him lightly as you kneeled beside him. He stirred a little. "Master Giotto," you whined, "the meetings about to start!"

He opened his eyes tiredly and looked at you. "Ah," he mumbled. "I don't want to go. It's boring there," he sighed, turning away from you.

"Master Giotto! Get up!" you insisted. You were, after all, his assistant/attendant. You always did your best to help your boss. "Your clothes will be ruined!"

He turned to you. "Says you. Look at what you're wearing. You're going to ruin your pretty dress," he retorted, smirking slightly.

You blushed, embarrassed. "…The meeting's going to start without you, Master Giotto," you repeated.

"…Fine. I'll go, I'll go," he said, unwillingly. He got up slowly, the bushes rustling beneath him. He brushed the leaves from his pants.

"See? You got leaves all over you. Why did you decide to sleep here? And in such clothes," you scolded. He sighed as you brushed the leaves off his cape. "Look, there's even leaves in your hair." You reached out to take them out, then patted his hair for anymore that were hiding. You heard him chuckle. You looked up at him.

"There are leaves in your hair as well, _(Name)_," Giotto said. He took out the leaf that got caught in a lock of your hair. He watched as you smoothed out your hair, not wanting it to be messy.

Giotto took a lock of your hair and brought it to his lips. "Thanks," he said softly, while gazing at you. "I'll be going now. See you after the meeting." He gave you a dazzling smile before gracefully walking away.

You watched him leave, feeling your cheeks go increasingly warm. He seemed like such a gentleman, and yet…

You covered your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

You were in love with a mafia boss.

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This is for Saia Kittyfish !