Gastone's protectiveness got the best of him as he approached the man. His fist was ready to swing the moment he felt danger.
The man flinched, clearly caught off guard. He turned to face Gastone, his expression shifting from surprise to indifference. He had a lean build and sharp features.
"None of your business," the man replied coolly, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
Gastone took another step closer, towering over him. "When someone's lurking outside a shop like you've been, it becomes my business. Especially when it's her shop."
The man raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unwavering. "Her shop? You mean Lucia's?" he asked.
Gastone's eyes narrowed. "How do you know her name?"
The man smirked, leaning slightly against the lamppost. "I should be asking you the same thing. You've been parked there just as long as I've been standing here."