Scarlett was taken aback by the way he spoke.<span style="font-style: italic">'Whilst they'd been apart?'</span>It almost sounded as if there used to be something more between them then there ever was. She cleared her throat, breaking eye contact and looking down at her hands, eyebrows furrowed. She didn't want to admit what she wanted to be doing, because then she'd realise how far away she was from ever achieving that goal. It had been well known in school that she was a dancer, she was often in performances at school that the other kids would have seen.<br/><br/>Of course, she'd improved a lot since then. She tried to practice everyday, even when all she wanted to do was sleep after her long shifts.<br/><br/>"The same as always." She said quietly, almost whispering. She inhaled deeply, bringing her eyes back up to look at him. How had he become so successful? He never tried in school, he was always in detention. Now here he was, eating at the restaurant she worked at. Clearly money was no issue for him. It almost made her angry. She tried so hard in school and to no avail.<br/><br/>"I've been saving to go to dance school. Or hire an agent. Whichever is cheaper." She explained. She released her grasp, moving to play with her hair - something she normally did when she was nervous. But why was she nervous? It was only Lorenzo. Mind you, he seemed much more intimidating now he had brushed up.<br/><br/>"What about you? You own a business or something?" She asked, a smirk on her lips. Enzo the bully, now a wealthy businessman. Who'd have guessed?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But he did look good now...</span>