Ella Lacey stepped out of the school gate, finding the area desolate, with Louis Jefferson's white BMW parked by the roadside.
He was leaning leisurely against the car, one hand on the hood and the other casually in his pocket. His legs were casually crossed with his khaki checked suit making him look radiant, humble, and gentle.
"Ella, why are you the last one out? All your classmates have left," Louis Jefferson waved to her, flashing an alluring smile as his narrow eyes glittered.
Ella Lacey hopped over to him with her backpack on her shoulders, feigning nonchalance, "Hehe, that's because I received some special attention from the teacher!"
"Sounds like a good thing?" Louis Jefferson ruffled her fluffy hair and, out of habit, took her heavy backpack off her shoulders. "You must be tired after studying all day. Let me treat you to some good food, okay?"
"Sure, sure!" Ella Lacey tilted her face up, her smile as sweet as a blossoming flower—she was such a foodie.
