Andrea Angotti: Late Monday afternoon, she pulls into the lot outside the warehouse and spends a moment in the car, making sure her minimal makeup is perfect and tucks a stray lock of hair, w hich had fallen free from her french twist, behind her ear.

She walks into the Warehouse confidently, and heads for his office. She's dressed in a business casual suit, consisting of a calf length skirt, white blouse and fitted black jacket. Her cross shines against her breastbone and she's wearing a single gold bracelet and black sex kitten heels.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Frankie's sitting in his chair, taking a fairly rare moment at work to relax. Phone's in the cradle, work's cleared off the desk...he's leaning back in his chair, taking a first drag off a cigarette. He looks up, blinking, as Andy strides toward his office, and turns to face her and the door a little more fully. His expression is generally pleased to see her, if a bit curious and tempered.

Andrea Angotti: She knocks before walking in, tongue smoothing over blood red lips. Carefully, her hands shaking, she sets her resume on his desk.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks from her to the resume, then back up, and leans forward in his chair a little. "Hey. Uhh...good ta see ya."

Andrea Angotti: "Hi," she says, voice husky. She swallows hard and takes a seat opposite him, crossing her long legs. "How are you?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I'm...good." He smiles some, taking a drag off the cigarette and tapping ash into the ashtray. "Doin' awright. An' you an' Nadia?"

Andrea Angotti: "Do you want a pretty lie or the truth," she asks softly, regarding him from soft blue eyes.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Pretty lies didn't work so well for us in the past. Truth."

Andrea Angotti: "We miss you. She keeps asking me when you're coming home," she says, licking her lips.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and looks down to the ashtray. "M'sorry ta hear that, Andy. I miss ya guys, too."

Andrea Angotti: "I didn't come here to make your life hell... I'd thought about that. There's even a tape in my car designed to do that but..." She shrugs, looking down at her hands which are folded tightly in her lap. "I miss you. So much."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns a little bit. "An' I told ya, I miss ya, too. I miss Nadia...saw some kids in the park yesterday, an' I was thinkin' all about her. An' I wish ta hell what happened between us hadn't happened. But I had ta. An' I'm sorry for that."

Andrea Angotti: "You didn't have to Frankie. You chose to," she says softly. She looks up and blinks, widening her eyes. "No one makes you do anything you don't want to do."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yer livin' in a world a' fantasy if ya believe that," he says, frowning a bit deeper now. "Ya know I got obligations. An' I got people that depend on me. If I went down, they did. An' they're right outside that door, in the buildin'. They're my crew. And more then that, there's Capri an' her family. Luciano tasked that to me...if I failed that, I was a fuckup. Reputation in my world is life or death, Andy. An' what's more..." He shakes his head, looking at her. "I couldn't stand bein' lied to no more."

Andrea Angotti: Tears fall slowly. "Fuck them. Fuck the Don. Fuck that god damn cock sucking bitch you sleep with now!" She stands. "FUck you...Fuck you straight to god damned hell, Frankie...If I see her I'll kill her..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ya think this is fuckin' easy for me?" His voice raises just a hair as he stands up. "How can ya expect me not ta be hurt over ya trying ta fuck people behind my back, ~after~ ya said it was all over, when ya did the same thing over that bitch I was seein'? I gave ya everything I could, Andy...I didn't care what ya were doin' when I knew about it. But then ya made like ya were done with it, an' I let my guard down...an ya did it again. Twice. While I was waiting for ya at home. What the hell do ya want from me, huh?"

Andrea Angotti: "Forgiveness...I haven't been with anyone since you left...No one but the bottle of tequilla," she says softly.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He watches her for a moment. "I forgive ya, Andy. Forgave ya the night before ya left. But I can't go back to it...even if I wanted to. I'm sorry."

Andrea Angotti: "Frankie..." She begins to slide around the desk towards him, her eyes desperate.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns, watching her move toward him. The cigarette burns slowly down in the ashtray. "What?"

Andrea Angotti: Her fingers brush across his chin and up to his cheek, cupping his face.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. "We ain't...gonna be together, Andy. Not now. I kinda hoped...we could still be close, though. 'cause I do miss ya."

Andrea Angotti: "You're the love of my life," she whispers, pressing her body into his, fingers sliding into his hair.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Stop." He reaches up and takes hold of her wrists, gently removing them from his hair, then takes a step back. He slips his hands into hers. "Please don't. I can't...fuckin' do this."

Andrea Angotti: "Please," she begs, voice breaking.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I ain't leavin' her," he says with a shake of his head. His eyes are infinitely sad, jaw set hard. "I'm sorry. It ain't fair ta her, and if I ain't leavin' her, it ain't fair ta you. There's too much. I can't do it all again."

Andrea Angotti: "I don't care...I just...I can't do this without you Frankie, don't you get that..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Then let me be there for ya, Andy. I just can't be there that way."

Andrea Angotti: Her hands tighten in his, shaking like a leaf as she fights, visibly to catch her breath and keep from sobbing. "I loveyou. I love you so much, please...She doesn't love you. She can't love you..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ya don't know her, Andy. An' this..." He sighs. "I'm sorry. I love ya too, but it just ain't enough. I'll be here for ya...always. But we can't do this. It'll destroy us...an' not just her. We'll destroy each other."

Andrea Angotti: "How? How can it destroy us? I can't...I can't get any lower then I am..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Then lemme help you."

Andrea Angotti: "How are you gonna help me," she asks, laying her forehead against his chest, shoulders shaking. "God knows you're all I want."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Lemme be there for ya." He wraps an around around her shoulders and draws her into a hug. "Lemme be a friend to ya. I can help ya if ya let me."

Andrea Angotti: "Frankie." She pressesher face agains this shoulder, the sob breaking. "I"m sorry...I'm so so sorry..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Work phone call, one mo.))

Andrea Angotti: ((kay!))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I'm sorry too, Andy." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breathe, letting it out slowly. His hands rub over her back comfortingly.

Andrea Angotti: "Can't we work something out? The three of us? Please?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "That ain't gonna work, Andy. She's not gonna be cool with it...and my two-timin' days are over."

Andrea Angotti: "But you love me..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I do." He nods. "Ya know I do."

Andrea Angotti: "Do you love her?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns a little bit. "Do ya really want me ta answer that?"

Andrea Angotti: "You don't know her well enough to love her," she says, voice begging for it to be true, her hands clutching at his shirt as she lifts her face to his.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs, reaching up to cup her face with a hand. "Andy...s'not gonna work. I'm sorry, it's not. Train's gone, an' we missed it."

Andrea Angotti: "No we didn't! I'm here. You're here..." She presses her face hard into his hand, sucking in a hard breath.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah." He nods a little, speaking quietly. "An' so is all of our baggage. An' there's just too damn much of it."

Andrea Angotti: "Only for you..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah." He nods again. "Maybe. An' that's part-a why I'm sorry."

Andrea Angotti: "God forgave me..."

Andrea Angotti: She shakes her head then and touches his lips, her free hand sliding down his chest slowly.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "An' I forgive ya too, Andy. I just can't forget." His hand comes up to take the hand moving down in his.

Andrea Angotti: "Me either," she whispers, her hand caught so very near his gun.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns and looks down, then back up to her. "Andy...what're ya doin'?"

Andrea Angotti: "Nothing," she says huskily.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns for a long moment, watching her closely. ((Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Emp (WP): 4,5,3,))

Andrea Angotti: (Sadness) She blinks and steps back from him, her face a mask of pain.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He pulls his gun off his belt and sets it on the desk. "This what you wanted?" He narrows his eyes on her.

Andrea Angotti: Her eyes dart down to it and a hand starts to lift, fingers shaking. "I..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "See, Andy...this is the part where you tell me you weren't plannin' on shootin' yourself." He starts to move toward her. "Because that would be some straight-up bullshit. An' I know ya'd never do that ta me or yer daughter."

Andrea Angotti: "Except it would be a lie," She whispers brokenly.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "C'mere." It's not a request.

Andrea Angotti: She obeys, her eyes downcast.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He reaches out and catches her chin, forcing it up to meet his face, so he can stare into her eyes. His own are dark and angry. "I swear ta fuckin' Christ, Andy. If ya make that little girl an orphan, an' make me have to snatch 'er away from some fuckin' Shadow Lord asswipe and be with her at yer funeral...y aknow I'll never forgive ya for that. An' neither will she. Ya'll fuck that kid up for life. Now, yer alive. No, we ain't together...an' yes, i'm sorry 'bout that. But ya got a beautiful little girl that loves ya, an' if ya love her, ya won't take the easy fuckin' way out. Ya'll stay around...for her, if nothin' else. Tell me ya fuckin' understand me."

Andrea Angotti: "i understand, " she whispers hoarsely.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Good. It's settled, then." He lets go of her chin and looks over, swiping the resume off the desk. "Now what's this about?" He starts to read it over, waiting for an answer.

Andrea Angotti: "I want out of the industry completely. I've been working at Wyld Nights again because it was easy and gave me the schedule I needed to be with Nadia, but I can do data entry, write basic code...And I'm still going to school for it so..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods a little, reading it over. "So yer out lookin' for a job?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yes."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yer hired."

Andrea Angotti: "You think I dress like this for fun," she asks sniffling.

Andrea Angotti: "You sure?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah." He nods and looks at her. "Yer workin' for me...part of my crew. While ya do, yer still gonna go ta school. Better yerself. Ya drop out, ya lose yer job. We clear?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah," she says, lifting her chin a bit, jaw tensing as she lifts fingers to wipe her eyes.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((In case you come back, or not...just to finish the scene.)) "Good." He gives a short nod. "We'll get the details worked out tomorrow. For now..." His voice softens a little. "Go home, Andy. Be with yer kid. She needs ya."