ADRIANA'S POV
I packed my hair into a ponytail, grabbing my joggers and headphones.
With one last look in the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw as I walked down the stairs, stopping at the foot of the stairs when I caught sight of Vincenzo writing down something furiously on a notepad, his face scrunched up in concentration.
I stood there for a minute, just watching him and I frowned. Why did God have to bless the worst people with the best features? I couldn't deny that he was probably the hottest guy I had ever met and I would probably fan girl over him if I didn't know him personally.
"If you're gonna stare, you could at least try to get a better angle" He didn't look up, he simply leaned back, his gaze still raking over the note in his hand.
My cheeks flushed and I strolled forward, my movement tense. "Are we training today?" I asked.
