He smiled as he saw her. She ran up to him, with that youthful exuberance of a seventeen year old falling in love in her first year.
The feeling was mutual. He had never felt this excited over a girl before.
She was his dream girl: slim and statuesque, blond with round, sharp featured face. She was perky, vivacious and lovely.
They met a few days after they resumed school, at an introductory event organized by a club for new students.
She had noticed his calmness, and how he kept to himself. She was brought up to take note of the environment she found herself, watch people and her moves.
She knew she was from a family of gangsters, and they all had to have the traits but it was becoming too tasking.
The restrictions increased after the death of her grandfather, Nicolas and now her
