چشم‌های افسر جوان برای لحظه‌ای به غریبه‌ی نشسته روی میز جلویی کافه گره خورد، مثل تمام نگاه‌های ناگهانی. و هیچ‌چیز عجیب نبود، هیچ‌چیز عجیب نبود تا این‌که چند ماه بعد خودش رو در حالی دید که چشم‌هاش نمی‌تونن خودشون رو از دنبال کردن مرد غریبه‌ی همیشگی دور کنن. و این خوب نبود. این واقعا خوب نبود.

"Please come down. Look its not the best option, you are feeling low now but believe me with time everything will come back to its place. This will pass but you just have to be strong. Please I promise" I said calmly to him. I hope he will listen to me but he was so confused and he was looking at me without blinking. "I promise you everything will be alright. Believe me and please give me your hand" I said looking at him than at my outstretched hand. He too look at my hand for a moment and then he looked back at me. "Come on" I smiled at him a little and finally he took my hand in his giant hand and I pulled him down and away from the railing. I sighed ****************************************** This is the story of Evangaline and Lorenzo. A good girl and a bad boy, a social worker and an assassin. An artist and a killer. Both hiding their secrets. One in guilt and other consumed with the revenge.! How will their story turn out?