The young mobster looked around the streets with wanting eyes, seeing it all and seeing the potential of what could be obtained through his new found "Job". He was rather excited to begin exploring this new life after being accepted into his family but was too timid to make any of his own moves. He kept to himself, didn't say a lot and just ran his small jobs earning his small incomes. None to less he was happy with what he was doing, he knew in time he would eventually take flight in his new path of business. He continued looking around the streets, each store owner a potential slub to take advantage up, each woman's purse and easy claim for small revenue and each safe as a small challenge in his journey to become a strong mobster. He began a slow walk through the streets now, each back alley filled with shady deals giving him a weird bit of giddiness as he knew what was being moved, this was truly the dream for him. He stopped at a hotdog stand and ordered a plain hotdog as he began to think, "But any dream can be quickly ended with a loud bang and a short stop if I'm not lucky."  

Rufio always enjoyed people watching. Even when he was a young Gangster trying to make his bones in Philadelphia, he would lean against random walls and watch street walkers pass by. Today he happened to notice a young lad currently working for his new Boss. The two had not yet met, but Rufio watched him with interest. He seemed to be caught in a thought, and Rufio tried to guess what was going through the Earners mind at that exact moment, what his life would turn out to be. The trials and tribulations. Successes and pitfalls. 

That was the fun part of people watching. Wondering what others were doing with themselves, who they were, where they were going. He always made some wild 30 second plot in his head as they walked into, and back out of, his view. Regas walked by and Rufio's thoughts began to race. Maybe he'd grow up and employ hundreds of bodyguards, being one of the most untouchable men in the city. Maybe he'd remain a lowly fellow and skate by doing other people's dirty work. Perhaps he'd rise to power quickly and get gunned down in a blaze of glory, or grow old as a respected Don and die peacefully in his retirement home.

And then he was gone, walking away with a hot dog in his hand, and Rufio's eyes moved onto another individual...