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She looks exhausted.

He watched her, how she lifted her forearm to wipe the traces of sweat on her forehead and swipe a stray strand of her brown hair to the side.

Red tee shirt tucked loosely into her dark jeans, she looked frail. Thin, worn out.

His heart ached; was this the kind of life losing her job with the Rogers has subjected her to?

Working late hours?

Luca had never really been a frequent in this side of town, infact, it was his very first time here. It smelled of sauce, street food and crime. He was in a simple dark shirt and dark jeans this time around, hoping not to magnet any attention or troublemakers. He couldn't be seen here. Yet, he was here, for her, for her safety. Whatever it was Luke felt was going to threaten her safety tonight, he needed to be there to make sure it doesn't come remotely close to happening.

All the hours that went by in which he spent daydreaming about her, he couldn't truly believe she was right here before his eyes, looking so weak. Could