The Meet

[Tony Soprano]

"I know how you feel..." Tony said, referring to his panic attacks, although he wasn't sure if Sammy knew. He walked into the diner with Sammy and a sat down at the nearest seats, which was right next to the window, so they could see the car.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy took a seat across from Tony and waited for the waitress to arrive
at their table. After another few moments one did and looked to each of them, chewing, like
a cow, on her gum. "What can I get ya's?"
Sammy looked up. "Um...can I get a bacon and egg sandwich, please?"
"Sure thing." She jotted it down on her pad. "Anything to drink?"
"Just a vitamin water's fine."
She nodded and then looked to Tony. "What about you, fella?"

[Tony Soprano]

"I'll have the sausage and pancakes, and a root-beer, hun" Tony smiled at her, before looking her up and down, liking what he saw. She noticed it, but didn't seem offended. She winked at him, and nodded, then turned to leave. Tony smirked to himself, reading the menu again, despite that he'd just ordered.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy watched Tony and smirked, though he said nothing.
He let his eyes wander when looking out the window at the parking lot.
His paranoia always got to him. His mind always made him think there was a chance
something would happen to his car or even to himself. Though just a soldier in Cifaretto's crew, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Sammy looked over to Tony. "How do you handle it? I mean...the pressure? I'm a soldier and I still think someone or something's out to get me. I can't imagine what it'd be like to be in your position. Ten times worse."

[Tony Soprano]

"Whoa, keep your voice down..." Tony said, looking away from his menu. He leaned forward in his chair to talk to Sammy. "And its hard...why d'ya think I'm always so fuckin' angry?" he gave him a smile and a gentle slap on the cheek, before sitting back. The waitress walked over with the drinks.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy smiled.
"I guess I'm still just not used to it."
He looked to the waitress as she arrived.
"Here you are boys."
She placed Sammy's plate down in front of him with his drink
and then Tony's. "If you need anything else just holler."
She winked at them, though more towards Tony than Sammy, before walking away.
"Quite the playa aren't you?" He laughed.

[Tony Soprano]

Tony laughed, winking at him. "Just practice..." He looked over at the waitress, who seemed to be staring at them. He smirked, internally, and looked back towards the car, outside. It was still there, which of course, was a good thing.

[Sammy Belgheri]

He smiled again.
Sammy then looked on after the waitress before starting to eat.
He could feel his cellphone vibrating in his pocket, but he just ignored it.

[Tony Soprano]

The vibration from the cell phone was loud enough for Tony to be alerted by it. Because Sammy had his had on the table, the vibration passed through, and the table had a unnoticeable shake. "You're not gonna answer it?" Tony asked, putting his fork down, and wiping his face with the napkin.

[Sammy Belgheri]

Sammy shook his head.
"It's probably my friend Terry. Always askin' for money.
I used to help support him when he lost his job two years ago, but
as soon as I found out he's been blowin' it on drugs I cut back the payment. He's been on me about it ever since. Constantly calling."

[Tony Soprano]

Tony laughed, realizing how much of a comparison this Terry person was to his nephew. "Sounds like someone I know...Why haven't you tried a more...persuasive method" Tony gave him a quick smirk, then glanced outside for a routine check on the car. Still there.

[Sammy Belgheri]

"He's so out of it all of the time, I doubt anything I say or do
would get through to him."
Sammy finished up his sandwich and leaned back.

[Tony Soprano]

"Eh, you're right...I know it all too well" Tony said, in another reference to his nephew. "So, you got a new girl yet? Ya know, there's no profit dwelling on the past"

[Sammy Belgheri]

"I can't just give up on Faith. I know she'll come back if she's only just visiting Italy. It's not like she's dead or something."
He gave a nervous laugh.
"I'm just not sure when it's the right time to move forward.
It feels too soon."

[Tony Soprano]

Tony laughed at the dead part. "Heh, yeah, sure...Well, when the time is right, I'm sure someone'll come along." Tony leaned back on the chair, stretching his arms as he gave a loud yawn. "Fuckin' Carm, got me outta bed at 8 o'clock with her fuckin' stress and paranoia."