[So, he was apparently doing this. It was probably better to just get it over with, because Camille was right, things were getting a little out of hand. While he wasn't exactly a regular here, he came in often enough, and all he'd managed to do since he'd first noticed he was being watched was surreptitiously find out the other man's name.

He'd been content to wait, and see what happened, but nothing had, and the longer things had dragged on, the more and more curious he became. Was Leone even interested? And if not, why the hell did Bruno keep catching him looking? He was just going to have to suck it up and do something about it, since the alternative seemed to be spending an eternity spinning fantasies in his own head, which was a far from satisfying outcome.

Even so, as he made his way through the last of the bar crowd onto the much less occupied patio, he realized he had absolutely no game plan, and wasn't that just like him? So fixated on the goal that he hadn't bothered to figure out how he was going to accomplish it. He sighed inwardly, and started digging around in the pocket of his jacket for his cigarettes. It was a lame ploy, but it was all he had.]

Hey.

[He didn't wait to be acknowledged before coming up beside Leone, taking the opportunity to get a better look at him as he did so.]

Can I get a light? I think I lost mine.

[As pick-up lines went, it was abysmal, but he supposed it was better than nothing.]