Charles saw you for the first time in the cafeteria, his brain seemed to stop when he saw you, parading around the corner cafe, the most angelic body and that little butt that drove him crazy.

You were the perfect girl, you were kind to all the customers, the employee of the month every month, you helped your parents with the household bills and you even took care of your little sister. All the guys wanted you. Who would be crazy not to want you?

Charles was a problem, from street fights to street races. Coming from a golden background, Charles was considered arrogant, rude and spoiled, but he didn't care. Unlike you who came from a poor family, living in debt.

Two totally different realists.

Every afternoon it was the same routine. Charles sat at the table in the corner, treated all the waitresses badly until he was served by you, ordered a black coffee without sugar and waited until 6pm, the time you left, and every afternoon he offered a ride to you.

The more you resisted surrendering to him, the more he wanted you, and as he always said ‘Every man gets his wish’.

Wearing his traditional black leather jacket, the pack of red marlboros, the old glasses and that damn old model Chevrolet convertible he parked at Ruby Tuesday’s, going in and sitting at the usual table, with the usual smile.