Inevitable Irritation

As she turned down the next aisle, she smiled at the thought of all the assorted cookie brands lined up on display. However, her mental image was destroyed by the broad back that was blocking the shelves.
Though whoever it was, that suit was looking damn fine.
The man turned around with several packets in his hands, pausing to eye the girl in front of him. She was quite pretty.
Jessie stared at his face in awe. He was so handsome she felt like she could have passed out right there, in the middle of the cookie aisle. He wore a pair of red-tinted glasses which he pulled off spectacularly. As she continued to stare, she remembered the deal. If she was going to fulfil it, it might as well be with someone as hot as him.
"That's a really nice suit." She blurted out. When he didn't reply, she commented on the cookie flavours he'd picked out.
He moved past her and dumped the goods in the basket. He didn't want to start a conversation as spoken English wasn't his area, and he really just wanted to get out of there quickly without being seen.
"Did he just ignore me?" She whispered in disbelief. She turned towards him and tried again, her defensive personality getting the best of her.
"Hey, that's a great suit. Too bad you have a shitty personality to go with it."
Leo spun around, quirking an eyebrow. Pretty just went out the window.
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Enter two crazy narcissists into the imaginary boxing ring, Leonardo Rossi and Jessica Stone. Both too proud to wear gumshields, they spit them to the side. With killer eye-contact that would usually be enough to emotionally disarm an opponent, they stare each other down. The tension runs high as the referee signals the beginning of Round 1.
It's a war of words, and it's on.

A story where sarcasm takes centre stage, the classic mafia heartthrob takes a detour down a different route.

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