<div style="text-align: justify;">Lorenzo shrugged when Scarlett asked him why he would keep her safe. "I just felt like you could use the help", he replied, casually. "It seemed like nobody would give you a break, and like you could use one every now and then", Lorenzo admitted. It was true, if he were to be honest. He didn't know much about Scarlett when he started beating up any guy who gave her a hard time. After he did, and after school, he had learned a bit about her here and there, just through hearsay. And now, here they were, face to face. It was funny how life worked.<br/><br/>While he spoke, the man watched Scarlett's every move, like a predator studying his prey. She had really grown into a very beautiful woman, and it seemed like she was the kind of woman he liked. She didn't seem to have anyone to help her. And he was sure she had some dream she wanted to see through, but couldn't because well... he was sure he could pay her in a week more than she could get in a month. But he also knew that she wouldn't simply allow him to give her money. No, he would have to do it in a more discreet way.<br/><br/>When Scarlett said she shouldn't sit down, something flashed in Lorenzo's eyes, but whatever it was, it disappeared quickly. <br/><br/>"Please", he tried again. "I can talk to the owner later". He looked at the man on the floor. "It's not like he's going anywhere", Lorenzo commented, as though he really didn't care about the fact that he had just killed someone in that room.</div>