Sofia tossed and turned in her bed for half the night before finally giving up on sleep and getting up.
She went out of her room and stepped into the common area on her way to the kitchen to get some water when she saw a figure sitting on the sofa with a small reading light on.
It was Vincenzo, reading the copy of the Catcher in the Rye he had loaned her during the plane ride.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.
He looked up when she entered the room.
"What are you doing out here?" Sofia asked.
"I was worried about you and wanted to be close in case you needed me," Vincenzo replied, closing his book and walking towards her.
Sofia's heart melted a little at his words. "You're the one who got shot, Vincenzo," she told him softly, looking up at him in the dim light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city below.