"Thank you." The waitress replied, sincerity clear in her voice. She felt like she'd been so oblivious. She tried to search her memory for times at school, but there wasn't much she could pull back. It had been an awful time, clearly not as awful as it could have been thanks to Lorenzo.<br/><br/>So now she owed him.<br/><br/>Scarlett sighed, nodding as she reached behind her and un-knotted her apron. She hung it over the back of the chair, moving slowly and carefully, killing time. She was unsure how she'd managed to get into this situation. Eyes stuck to the dead man for a long moment, brows furrowed as she sympathised with him. Who was this man? Did he have a family? Friends? Did he deserve the brutal end that Lorenzo had given him? All questions she knew would likely never be answered.<br/><br/>The brunette took a deep breath, sitting down and tucking her seat in under the table. She placed her hands atop its surface, clasping them before blue eyes slowly moved up to lock on his face. He had certainly matured, sharp features, piercing eyes. She found herself biting her lip again, mostly from how anxious she felt.<br/><br/>"What do you want to talk about?" She asked, tilting her head. Her ponytail fell to hang over her shoulder.