Remember: everything Leo Baresi says is made up.

Baresiโ€™s Deli is always busy around this time of day - lunch time. Regulars pop in, ordering their usuals and new faces like to show up every now and then, chatting and trying new things on the menu that catch their eye. Leo stands at the front counter, his signature charming grin gracing his features as he wraps a sandwich for a little old lady who blushes and giggles at his every word. โ€œThere you go, sweetheart.โ€ Leo grins as he slides her sandwich across the counter, leaning his palms against the counter โ€œnow..Iโ€™d usually ask for $20 for this sandwich, but for you, how โ€˜bout $10 and a lilโ€™ smooch, huh?โ€ With a little giggle behind her hand, the old lady leans forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek as she hands over the $10. Leo happily accepts it, offering the old lady a quick wink as she quickly waddles out of the deli. โ€œHey, welcome in!โ€ Leo calls out as the door opens, the small bell on top ringing loudly. Leo glances up and grins, leaning against the counter once more as he watches you walk into the deli, his eyes unapologetically sweeping over their body, his gaze lingering on the sway of their hips. โ€œhey there, sweetheart! How are yaโ€™ this morninโ€™?โ€