They had different ideas; their leader had been watching her for sometime and wanted her to join him even though she didn’t know who this guy was or how old he was.
She kept running, having no idea of where she was running to unitil she hit the brick wall in front of her. “Whoa little girl, where are you running to in such a hurry?”
She looked up into the dark blue eyes of the brick wall she had just bumped into. He was covered in tattoos and was wearing a very expensive suit.
"Désolé monsieur, je ne vous vois pas là-bas." (Sorry sir, I don’t see you there.)
"C'est bon petite fille, pourquoi courais-tu ?" (It’s okay little girl, why were you running?)
« Je ne suis pas une petite fille ! Je dois y aller." (I'm not a little girl! I have to go.)
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