<div style="text-align: justify;">Lorenzo simply nodded when Scarlett thanked him. There wasn't really much for him to say. He had felt that he needed to protect her, but it simply happened. He hadn't really thought ahead. Now, though, things had changed. They were both adults, and Scarlett was a very beautiful woman. She would look good on his arm, and maybe he could trust her.<br/><br/>The man seemed to relax a little when the waitress removed her apron and sat down. His gaze never left Scarlett, following her every move. It was an almost predatory gaze, and he felt as though he would not let Scarlett go now that he had found her.<br/><br/>Mimicking Scarlett's gesture, Lorenzo placed his hands over the table, his fingers intertwined. His eyes locked on hers, and he started having thoughts he would never refer to in polite company.<br/><br/>"You", Lorenzo replied firmly when Scarlett asked him what he wanted to talk about. "Tell me what you have been doing while we were apart. Tell me what you would want to be doing". Before Scarlett could reply, Lorenzo raised one hand, gesturing for her to stop.<br/><br/>"Before you answer... don't tell me <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> is what you wanted to do. This is what you <span style="font-style: italic">need</span> to do, and I can understand that. But I want to know what you <span style="font-style: italic">want</span>. That one thing you would be doing right now if money was no object".<br/><br/>Having spoken his mind, Lorenzo fell silent and waited patiently for Scarlett to speak hers.</div>