It was a sunny day in Paris when Mireille Bouquet went out for a walk along the seine. Some people stared at her as she made her way through the crowd. The young woman didn't have time for their stares and really wished someone would tell them that women could wear short or tight clothes without wanting their attention.

After a few minutes, she finally reached her destination, a small cafe at Voie Mazas. The design was cute and normally she'd say it would not fit her style but there were also times like right now when the young woman wanted to disappear in the cuteness of the shop.

Mireille sat down at an empty table and scanned her surroundings briefly before looking out of the window. An old couple was talking a few tables behind her, besides them the cafe was empty. A waitress came and took her order, black tea and Amai sando-ichi. Outside a mother and her child passed the cafe, Mireille knew that a frown had appeared on my face.

Her thoughts got disturbed by the waitress who placed the tea and the sweet fruit sandwiches in front of her and then excused herself. As she sat there Mireille felt a wave of calmness roll over, something that happened every time the killer was there. She remembered the day when she had to figure out a problem and wandered aimlessly through the many streets of Paris until she suddenly looked up and found herself here.

The assassin chuckled quietly as she remembered her depressive phase. Mireille's 18th birthday and no one was there to celebrate the big day with her. She remembered the small cupcake and the candle she had bought herself as a present and then had blown the candle out and made the wish that someone would come for her.

Obviously, it hadn't worked. Now she was 20 and still alone, but it was better this way. The young woman went back to eating the small fruit sandwiches and drinking her tea, which had now cooled down. Nothing particular had awoken her interest but she still observed the people walking by on the street and sometimes had to raise a brow at their appearance.

After another 10 Minutes, Mireille finished her tea and paid before going out on the street again. Maybe she also liked being in the cafe because no one kept gawking at her. The blonde woman slowly made her way back to her apartment while getting lost in thoughts, not caring what other people were thinking when they saw her walking around with a blank look.

As she walked over the place by the pantheon, she felt something tug softly at her hand, causing her to snap out of thoughts. Mireille blinked surprised and looked around until her eyes found a girl with blond hair and fascinating blue-grey eyes with slightly yellow spots in them. The girl looked up at the taller woman with a happy expression and said ''You're super pretty, please be my girlfriend.''

The killer couldn't hide her surprise and looked at her for a moment. She was clearly younger than her but she couldn't say how old she was. ''When will you turn 18?'' Mireille asked but the girl only smiled brightly and said ''Soon.''

The young woman could feel her heart flutter in her chest and smiled sweetly.'' Come back when you're 18 and we will talk about this again.'' The girl nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

It was 2 years ago.

And Mireille Bouquet still remembers how she walked over the place with a feeling of hope every day just to come back to her own apartment with a crushed heart.