Charlotte sat on the ground for a while, thinking that it had been quite some time since the two of them went down. If they didn't go back up soon, Joyce would probably call the police.
It was just the drunk Leandro...
Charlotte stood up, leaning on the wine cabinet behind her. She looked down at the man still sitting there and said, "Mr. Romero, shall we go upstairs?"
Upon hearing her words, the man lifted his head and looked at her for a moment with his dark eyes, asking, "What are you going up for?"
Listen!
Is this the kind of question that Leandro would normally ask?
"I went upstairs to have a meal."
She said, reaching out her hand, and pulled him up.
He got up with her help and said, "I had no appetite."
Drunk, of course, the appetite was not good!
"Did you go up to rest?"
