lovethebreeze
"Do you regret it? Jumping after the kid?"
"Nah. People treat him like he's worse than garbage, but he has a lot more to offer." A small, light, chuckle escaped her lips. Enjin looked at her, confused, with a brow raised. Cruz's gaze lingered at the sky, smile never fading. "If one man's trash is another man's treasure, then, I must've hit the jackpot."
[Disclaimer: I only own Cruz and her plot.]