•Andrea•
I lifted my hand to knock on his room door but the door was wide open and Riccardo was sitting on the bed with a picture of us his grasp.
I stood there with my hand hanging in the air and watched him. After a moment, I knocked and invited myself into the room.
"Hey, I just came here to tell you that your chef made dinner. Aren't you going to come down and grab a few bites?" I asked him.
"I'm not hungry."
I sighed and placed my hands on my hips. "But you haven't eaten anything since morning."
"You should eat something. Remember you said you were hungry?" He asked me with a small smile. "Or is your tummy not angry anymore?"
"It still is. And it's even more angry now that you're even refusing to join me for dinner." I frowned then crossed my arms.
He smiled then looked down a
