The first time he set eyes on her, she was serving in the local DeathBucks coffee shop… The red-head waitress was cute, had freckles, and boobs. That was enough for his brain to go directly into overdrive at her sight.
She had always been a smart girl. Street-smart, that is, with a quick tongue rather than a face forever stuck between the pages of a book. She still didn't expect the hand flipping her skirt, and turned around with her palm raised to smack, but instead of that, her eyes met his, and it was over.
Their life was complete.
