Ricard and Liam stood talking beside the glossy black car, its headlights illuminating part of the dark alley. The gangsters had already been subdued and were sprawled across the ground, while Ricard's bodyguards were busy tying them up and preparing to take them away. Emma, her face expressionless, quietly walked closer to the defeated men. She bent down and picked up the two baseball bats the gangsters had used earlier to mock her.
Ricard noticed every one of Emma's movements. He watched as she bent down, then silently walked to the trunk of her car and opened it. Emma carefully placed the two bats inside. Her actions were calm, yet somehow oddly adorable. A strange feeling rose in Ricard's heart. He suddenly felt that this woman was different from every other woman he had ever met. She was not only strong, but also possessed a calmness and cuteness in even the smallest gestures.
