Lilian’s POV
I stare into the deep brown eyes of Tyson Vargas, the scent of his cologne as familiar today as it was all those years ago. Just the smell permeating my nostrils puts me right back to that day eight years ago when I thought I’d found someone who was going to save me, my very own knight in shining armour.
Sitting on that bench as he brushed a stray hair out of my face he introduced himself, ‘I’m Tyson’ he said softly, ‘Tyson Vargas,’ before slowly removing the spoiled food from my hands and throwing it in the trash.
Standing up, he held out his palm toward me, ‘let me buy you a burger’ he offered.
I hesitate, he’s older than me, and even I knew not to go off with strange people.
Sensing my uncertainty, Tyson smiled warmly, ‘just over there’ he says, pointing to a hotdog an
