"Yes!" Adeline exclaimed, hurrying up from the bed on her knees to crawl closer to the edge next to Caesar.
"I suspected you two had to be related! I mean, look at you, you look like him." She pointed at Caesar. "You literally scared me on the first day I met you because I thought for a second that you were Caesar."
"But you couldn't be him." A still-incredulous smile tugged at her lips. "You look like him, but not too much. Caesar is also more handsome than you are, and he looks much younger."
"Ouch, Adeline." Roman touched his chest, hissing as if hurt by her words.
"Oh, you are handsome too, don't get me wrong." Adeline chuckled at him, still baffled. "You're just really different."
Roman smirked, folding his arms. "Different? In what way?"
"Well…" Adeline began to tap her index finger against her bottom lip, seriously thinking. "You smile too much compared to him."
"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely curious.
