Peyton

Peyton was a big boss in the mafia and everyone worshipped him, even the police.
the morning was enveloped in coolness
He arrived in his black Lamborghini, parked near the side of the road, looked in the mirror, and adjusted his wavy hair, which was spilling over his forehead, he also adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down the bridge of his nose.
I was waiting for her, the families signed a contract that she was my girlfriend.

She hated me and was deliberately naughty.
we studied at university

She came out of her house and pulled up her hoodie. She was wearing a tight T-shirt, ripped jeans, white sneakers, light makeup, and loose hair.
She walked silently past his car, without looking at him, and walked towards the university.

Peyton started the engine and slowly drove after me.
Peyton pressed the button and the window rolled down, cold air entering the car.