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Chapter 4

"Her smile is nice," I thought focusing on that smile as I watched the part of her lips waiting for her to speak.

"She is not what I was expecting," I thought finding myself transfixed with everything about her even the way she seemed to bite her lip as she thought up her answer.

"I like Lasagna," said Constance that same smile on her face. Her words startled me, I had been so intent on watching her that I forgot what I had asked her. This never happened to me. I never lost track of what I was doing, but with her I had. I didn't want to think about anything else, but her. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Part of me liked it, another didn't, and looking at her I knew I liked it more than I hated it. I liked her.

It was then that our food came, the waitress sat both plates down quickly scurrying away, and when I smiled I noticed that she smiled too.

"It's kind of cute the way you like to scare the waitress," whispered Constance.

"Cute, really?" I said looking at her deciding whether to scare her or have a little fun with her.

"I'm never cute, little girl," I whispered watching as she only smiled.

"Quit that…I'm not afraid of you anymore," whispered Constance gently smiling at me as she cut her burger in half.

"I think you are cute, and if I'm not mistaken it's my turn to ask you a question," said Constance beginning to eat her fries.

"We'll see about that, little girl," I said giving her a nod to proceed as I started to eat my lunch.

"How long have you lived in Gotham?" whispered Constance eating her own lunch as she looked across at me. As she did it wasn't lost on me that she still had me transfixed. It was like she was all I could focus on, but at the time that didn't bother me. After all it was my job to watch her. I chuckled at the question, it was so simple yet, so important. Where a person lived said a lot about them.

"I've always lived here in Gotham. I was born here and I never left. Gotham helped make me who I am," I said not looking at her anymore. Suddenly I found myself staring down at my plate a thousand memories there in my head. They were all things I didn't want to remember. They were all things I didn't want her to know. Memories flooded through my mind, bad memories that I didn't want to think of. I don't know if I would have thought of anything else if she hadn't pulled me away from those thoughts. But they didn't because of her. Constance drove all that away with one touch.

"Victor…are you alright? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We'll just forget about it," whispered Constance placing her hand over mine and for once when someone touched me I didn't pull away or even have the inkling to want to. I looked into her eyes and I saw her.

It was then that I realized something that I should have realized long ago. This girl, Constance was not just Don Falcone's daughter, she was so much more in so many ways some of which I didn't understand yet, but I wanted to. She was a good person, she didn't look like she had a bad bone in her body, and I liked that. Constance was different in so many ways, she was intelligent, beautiful, and I couldn't remember meeting anyone like her. She truly was one of a kind and I think that's what made me start to fall for her.

"Victor…are you ok…do you want to leave?" said Constance gently her hand not leaving its place over mine. It was then that I realized that I didn't want her to. I liked being skin to skin with her. I couldn't remember feeling what I was feeling with anyone else.

"I'll be fine. It's my turn," I whispered finally moving my hand from beneath hers. Our eyes lingered though and it took me awhile to look away. She was truly enchanting. She frowned when I did, I tried to ignore the pang I felt at the knowledge that I had made her frown.

It bothered me and I didn't know why.

"Let's not talk for a while," I whispered letting the silence consuming both of us. I knew she was waiting for me to be okay to ask her a question, but I wasn't ready. After what just happened I needed to clear my mind and sneaking a peak at her I knew she knew that.

"I'm ready to talk now," I announced looking at her once more finding that she was looking back.

"What do you want to do for the rest of your life?" I whispered peering into her eyes. Part of me wanted to see into her soul, to see that goodness that I knew was there, and maybe a hint of bad. If there was such a hint, but looking into her eyes I didn't see it. I only saw the good. Part of me couldn't help wondering if it was as black as my own or as pure as the rarest diamond. But now I knew. She was that rarity.

"She is the diamond," I thought as I looked into her eyes her sweet smile playing at the corners of her lips until suddenly she broke eyes contact with me making me frown.

"What?" I said.

"It's stupid, but I don't want to be like my father. I don't want people to be afraid of me the way they are him. I want to do some good. I want to be a doctor or a nurse…like my brother. He does good, why can't I?" whispered Constance. I learned so much about her in that moment. She truly was beautiful, but not just on the outside. On the inside too. Constance Falcone was one of a kind and I was glad in that moment that I got to know her. Constance was like no one else in my life and suddenly I don't know why, but I wanted to keep her there. Even if she wasn't the kind of person I deserved I wanted her all the same. Though not in the way I would later. Now she was my friend and at that moment that was enough.

I knew in that moment I had to have her. I couldn't stay away from her not just because she was my charge, but there was something else there. Something I didn't understand yet. Constance even then was important to me. I didn't just want her, no, I needed her.

"That doesn't seem, so bad," I whispered finally making her look at me. She gave me a smile then and I loved it. It's what made me smile back. I would never get sick of her smile it was heaven. It was beauty. It was her. She was growing on me more and more with every second.

"The next questions yours, little girl," I whispered making her smile more as I waited for her to continue. Our food was long forgotten by now as she thought once more biting her lip again. Even that was growing on me, the way she bit her lip, so sexy, so sweet, and all at the same time.

But then suddenly she was looking at me, so intently. Her smile grew in an almost cheesy way and suddenly it was like her first question all over again. I couldn't wait for her next question.

"Well since you asked me…what's your favorite food?" said Constance making us both laugh which I think was her goal and as I looked into her eyes seeing them sparkle I felt something that I can't describe deep within my chest. I loved that sparkle just like I loved her laugh and her smile.

"She is like no other I will ever find," I thought grinning across the table at her.

"I like anything really…though hamburgers and a good steak will always make me very happy," I whispered placing my hand over hers without realizing it. We were both, so content in that moment, neither paying attention to anything else, but each other. My phone ruined that though, for the second it rang it all came to an end. I answered it right away watching as her face fell as I heard Don Falcone's voice on the other end.