In the early morning, after the bar closes, Ritta as usual gives everyone a sandwich that she has prepared herself and a fruit juice. The lady still behaves like a mom to the rest of her acolytes. She lives in a small apartment above the bar and for whom this place and those who work there are her whole life. So she decides to give some to the men in the upstairs room as well, but doesn't dare speak to them directly. She therefore mandates SweetHeart, who has been there several times.
SweetHeart, though still uncomfortable in front of the men in black and crumpled from his first night as a trainer, gathers up his courage and the basket Ritta hands him. He bravely climbs the stairs and knocks on the door. As before, a man opens and lets him in. Black, pleasantly surprised “Is the service over? I did not see the time pass!”
SweetHeart in street clothes: “Yes sir. Ritta always prepares us a little snack for our return journey and she prepares some for you too.” By taking the sandwiches and drinks and distributing them to the delighted men.
After the distribution, he greets them and heads for the door. Black looked for an excuse to arrest him, but found nothing and had to, spite, let him get away. He has noticed that the young man looked a little downcast and is worried about it.
When SweetHeart descends, only Ritta and Titus are left, with the other angels already gone. “Ritta, you just won the hearts of many men tonight!”
The woman smiled “how are you?” He forces a smile “Don’t worry I saw others!” heading for the exit. He greets Titus and goes out into the empty street.
Black, still thinking of a way to approach him, follows him. He planted his men on the pretext that he wanted to return by his own means and descended into the alley next to the bar. Himself not understanding his actions, the pretty SweetHeart looked sad and tired, so he just impulsively followed. At a certain distance and the most discreet, he reviews in his mind what he could say or pretend without panicking the young man or appearing suspicious.
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Suddenly, a scruffy man calls out to the angel who turns, recognizing him. Black is too far away to hear what they are saying, but he sees his angel take his wallet and hand a wad of cash to the man who takes them and leaves.
Black is shaken, he doesn't understand, who is this man? Why did SweetHeart give him money? Why is his angel doing this? He watches his angel walk away. Then he began to walk quickly towards his car.
Once back home. He remains motionless, staring blankly, for a few minutes. Then smash a vase with a punch. Anger, frustration, incomprehension, … emotions flare up and he can't control anything.
A few hours later, after a not very restful sleep, populated by a young bartender in short shorts whispering his name in a high-pitched voice. Sitting in his kitchen he wonders “Since when did I become a kid’s mangy dog?” he laughs to himself "I didn't lick my own dad's boots I'm not going to kneel for that little whore!" A bitter taste in his mouth, a knot in his stomach, he gets up, gets dressed and leaves to find his men.
Before the establishment opens, as requested, SweetHeart goes up to Black's office with the cocktail and the olive ramekin. If the day before the exchange was warm, today the atmosphere is icy. Black doesn't look up at him, doesn't even speak to him. The henchmen are rigid and silent. The atmosphere in the room is heavy. In short, he does what he has to do and leaves quickly.
Black failed to concentrate, causing Gale to repeat several times asking if he was okay, to which he would just bark at him. He had never been so shaken! He no longer recognizes himself. He had to struggle so hard not to talk to him, not to look at him. He does not take his eyes off the screen displaying the images from the bar camera… How did this little scoundrel pull it off?!
Black tried to blame the little bartender, but in the end only managed to blame himself.
Has he gone mad?
Crazy, completely irascible! For several days, he has been following the young man in the early morning, walking silently from a distance.
And then the same man again... Crazy with jealousy, a ball of rage in his stomach, he decides to approach when suddenly the man insults the angel and throws him violently to the ground. The rage nourished by his heart turning into fury, he runs towards the man and strikes him a blow with all his might. The man, unbalanced, backs up painfully and flees. Wanting to chase after her, he is stopped by SweetHeart's sobs. All the hate that was invading him suddenly disappeared. He squats down and delicately picks up the young man, snuggling him up in his arms “it's OK, you're safe, I'm here”