Chapter One

Yes. Even at such a young age I was a hopeless romantic.
I look up and quickly apologize while jerking my hand back from the rougher, male hand that had made contact with mine. He passes me the can while grabbing himself a different one. I actually look at him and I'm in shock. I can't say anything. And by the look on his face he knows who I am. I bolt back to the safety of my friends. Leaving the cloud of pain and humiliation behind me.
What was Benz doing here?