A young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties approached Violet and said in a hushed tone. "What is wrong ma'am?" He said with a surprisingly handsome Italian voice, he stood at maybe 5'10, had a slim to medium build, light colored hair that clung low to his head in large swirls. He wore a simple blouse buttoned to the side and band patterned trousers as he looked down at Violet. His thick rimmed glasses held his black eyes...