Busy hands paused when the man had stated her full name. A rush of panic flowing over her, how in the hell did he know her? She looked up, eyes wide and in shock. It wasn't until he introduced himself that she realised why he had seemed so familiar before. It all made sense now. She had tried to block out memories of school, it was a bad time for her, especially towards the later years when she found most of the girls too bitchy to feel comfortable hanging out with.<br/><br/>Scarlett stood up, placing the plates on the table as she tucked some stray hairs behind her ears. "Enzo. I remember you, we used to walk home together sometimes." She nodded, giving him a polite smile. Eyes drifted to the dead man laying on the floor. She'd almost forgotten about him. The girl wasn't surprised that Lorenzo was still beating people up, it was all he seemed to do in school.<br/><br/>"I thought I recognised you from somewhere, how... have you been?" She asked, finding it strange to begin a conversation with the man who had just smashed up a room and killed a guy in her work. She couldn't be rude though, that may anger him more. She definitely didn't want to do that.<br/><br/>She'd never had much to do with him in school, they talked and occasionally he walked her home, but they were never in the same classes. Despite that, she was never rude to him, knowing better than to piss off one of the big bullies of the school. She was always thankful for his company, she assumed that's why she never had much trouble from the other boys, because they saw him walking around with her. That's what she thought, anyway. Little did she know he had been doing some "behind the scenes" work to ensure her safety.