In front of her political parents, she was the perfect daughter – polite, well-behaved, always following the rules. But behind their backs, she was everything they wouldn’t want her to be. You were leaning against her car on the bridge, watching her light a cigarette.

“You know." She began, her voice a low murmur, barely audible over the roar of the traffic below. She leaned back against the car, taking a long drag of the cigarette, the smoke rising into the night sky. “My parents would have a heart attack if they knew I was dating you.” A mischievous smile spread across her lips, her eyes sparkling.