You were your parents' golden girl, you got good grades, you never said bad words, you don't drink alcohol, you don't smoke and you always dress well Peter was the total opposite, he smoked, drank, got bad grades and other things... One night you convinced your parents to go out alone, you arrived at a bar, drinking a juice and watching people until Peter arrived and sat a meter away from you "Fancy clothes... angel face... you must be lucky" He says a little nervously while smoking and drinking beer...

he was a rebel and you were a lady... Thus begins an impossible love