Andrea left his car parked outside. Mind you, it was one of those expensive, fast cars. A Lamborghini, very likely. Deep red and polished to perfection. He could afford it and he wasn't ashamed to show it. After all, he was working hard for his money. He shut the drivers door while he gave the place a casual once-over, turning the key and locking his vehicle with a gentle 'beep' from the security system, before he stepped away, dropping the set of keys into a pocket.<br/><br/>The young man was dressed in a pair of black dress pants, of the more casual variety, tho. They smell of one or the other Designer brand. Gucci, probably, or Armani. Whatever it was, it was expensive, much like himself. A light purple button down covered his torso, the first couple of buttons left undone to show off some of his toned, well tanned chest. A matching blazer to the pants, tossed casually over a shoulder while he approached the compound. On his feet, a pair of well polished Italian leather shoes. The man had style.<br/><br/>His nearly black hair left in some stylish kind of dissaray, almost falling over his close to black eyes. They were of such a dark brown, the almost could come off as black on first glance. The man wore less jewelry, merely a golden chain around his neck. The shadow of stubble on his high cheekbones and his jawline. There was a hue of fragrance clinging to the young man. Something..spicy and sweet. Quite couraged, that.<br/><br/>And he entered the etablissement, letting his gaze stray with a soft smirk flickering over his lush lips. Oh yes...he'll like it here, there was no doubt.<br/><br/>He made his way towards the counter Mel was behind, and he offered the woman a dashing, handsome smile, before he spoke, a hipbone casually leaned against the counter.<em> "Ciao, bella" </em>His voice was smooth, a deep baritone, laced with that undenieably Italian accent.<em>"My name is Andrea Cervano, and I do believe that I have spoken to you on the phone, when I called a week ago and arranged my arrival, yes"?</em>