Ursula's POV
"Uhmmm, I--- was-- just," my words trailed as Marco turned towards me and smiled.
"I waited two days ago for you. I thought you had already given up on me," he said. That smile never left.
"Oh" was the only word that came out of my mouth. I was still not sure what made Marco so enjoyable. It was only a matter of time, though. The mystery was my favorite genre, after all.
"Vincenzo told me what happened to you. I was torn between his sincerity and the awfulness of the events. You seem way better now," I said, snapping out of my dazed state.
He turned his attention back to whatever had him so glued at the window and didn't respond for a while. He was such a strange mixture of complex and straightforward. The thin line in between was still something I couldn't exactly pinpoint.
"Have you ever thought about dyeing your hair? You could try the honey blonde color. I think it'd suit your face perfectly." He replied.
