Spitfire I

Riccardo let his eyes stray from the girl's perfectly rumpled robe to the messiness of her thick Auburn hair. It looked like truck-Kun had run her over during her sleep. Had it? Elma was looking wild right there with her half-open lids. There was nothing to confuse him from thinking she was sleepwalking. How had she located his room though?

"Miss Gray, what're you doing here standing in front of my door?" Riccardo did not have a pleasing look in his eyes. Although he was the one who'd wanted to talk with her first when he was done thinking up a plan to better apologize to her for his ruthless behavior yesterday. He so wanted to talk her out of feeling offended over the fact he got to storm out the way he did... And not just once. But twice, had he done so. She deserved at least something near to an apology... An untrue explanation.

Riccardo looked down and saw how she now fondled with her fingers. Her hands were shaking. Did he frighten her much? "Miss Gray, I—"