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A twenty four year old man with sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes stood outside on the corner of Robinson's flower shop in the chilling, cold November air. His warm breath fogged the window and he quickly whipped at the glass. His blue eyes scanned the shop before landing on a young girl at the cash register, who was helping a customer in line. The young woman had long dark hair, tan olive skin, and chocolate brown eyes.

"There she is Chad."

"Where?" Asked the man next to him who had untamed hair.

"Right there." The man said tapping his finger against the glass.

"Her? So that's the famous Gabriella Montez that I've heard you talk about everyday for three weeks."

"Yeah."

"She's not bad looking, come on let's get something to eat I'm starved."

"Ok." The man said finally breaking his eye contact from inside the shop to look at his friend next him.

"Where did you too meet again?" Chad asked as they walked.

"At the library."

"Troy are you serious? The library?"

"Shut up."

"I really can't see you in a library."

"It was for school and I do occasionally like to read." Troy said opening the door to the small dinner, they both entered and took a seat at a booth.

"So what's she like?" Chad asked unzipping his coat taking it off and placing it next to him.

"She's great. She's nice and kind, and funny."

"Sounds like you really like her."

"Whatever."

"Have you ever her out yet?"

"Not yet."

"Are you kidding me? Troy you have to ask her before someone else does."

"I know I just - ."

"No excuses just do it."

"I don't know maybe she just wants to be friends. I mean she's new in the city, maybe she's not looking for a relationship yet."

"You guys have been hanging out right?"

"Just as friends at the library and flower shop."

"Look Troy you should ask her out. This is New York city there are a lot of people here, if you don't ask her out someone else will."

"You're right."

"Of course I am."

"Hi can I take you're order?"

After eating and spending time chatting with Chad, Troy exited the diner. Zipping up his jacket, he glanced at his watch and saw it was getting close to six. The sun was setting and night was drawing nearer. Shoving his hands into his jacket he walked down to the sidewalk to the flower shop. Troy paced nervously back and fourth outside the shop and did not notice a man coming out of the store and bumped into him.

"Sorry."

The man did not say anything and walked off into the night. Troy watched the man turn the corner before pushing the door open to the store. His eyes scanned the shop and saw that it was empty, he knew that it was close to closing time.

"Gabriella?" He called looking down the rows for her. He wandered to the back of store to the freezers and that's when he saw her. She was laying face down her stomach, he rushed to her said and bent down. He rolled her over onto her back and saw that her face was bruised and bleeding. He saw that blood was leaking through her shirt, he slowly lifted it up and saw stab wounds.

"Oh God." He whispered and pulled out his cell phone dialing for help. Troy held her hand as they waited for an ambulance to arrive, he quickly pulled back when he felt a warm substance on his hand. Looking at his hand he saw blood, he turned over Gabriella's hand over and craved in her palm he saw the letters L.R, the trail of blood from them flowing down her arm.

The ambulance ride had been long, it seemed to take forever to reach the hospital. Troy sat waiting in the lobby of the hospital, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now six thirty. He sat there, his fingers impatiently drumming on the armrest of the chair, the clock reading nine thirty.

"Is there anyone here for a Gabriella Montez?"

"I am."

Troy stood up and walked over to the doctor who appeared to be in her forties.

"Is she okay?"

"She had three stabs wounds to the stomach, which tore her intestines we were able to repair the damage in surgery. She has four broken ribs, and a minor concussion. She's lucky the last two girls who came in with L.R craved on their hands, were pronounced dead."

"Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry it's past visiting hours and you aren't family. She isn't awake anyway and probably won't be for the rest of the night. Go home, get some sleep and come back tomorrow."

"Yeah, thank you."

Troy left the hospital to his dismay, knowing he couldn't do anything to help her. Not yet anyway.

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