The sun set was the end of the day for most; Giovanni was barely making his way out of bed. His “morning” was very routine; he got out of bed and went straight for the balcony. He let the last few moments of sun hit him, before it disappeared in the horizon. Once darkness engulfed the city of Monte Carlo, and the lights’ began to come to life he would go back inside.<br/><br/>His next step was to shower and make sure his light beard was trim and under control. Whistling to some of his favorite songs, as he dressed. He worked nights at a casino, as the manager. It had taken him a few years; he started as a dealer went to school and got a degree in business, focusing on his love, the night life. He had come to the city on a whim, after some events that he decided to keep in his past. Two hours before he was suppose to be at work, a clock radio played a CD of Frank Sinatra’s greatest his.<br/><br/>Was it a coincidence or did the radio pick up on his brain wave length? As he stepped in front of the mirror he sang, combing his hair and dealing the finishing touches.<br/><em>“How lucky can one guy be…I kissed her and she kissed me…Like a fella once said…and that a kick in the head.” </em><br/>His hair was short and black; he liked to spike it back with sweet smelling pomade.<br/><em>“The room was completely black, I hugged and she hugged back…like a sailor once spoke…ain’t that a hole in the boat.” </em><br/>Once he was done, with his song and his grooming, he returned to the bedroom. Digging into a drawer he found a small box. Cracking it open it revealed an engagement ring, a smile passed his face as he shoved it into one of his pockets. Leaving the condo that oversaw most of the city, he began his commute to work.<br/><br/>He liked coming into work early, normally eating dinner at the casino restaurant, socializing with his regulars before he got on the clock or spending time with Isabelle.<br/><br/>But today he sat at his normal table, holding the little box in his hands, debating a few things, deep in thought. A few workers caught his tension, but he reassured them he was just a bit tired. The gourmet meal laid in front of him, untouched, a first time occurrence.<br/><br/><br/>