The next morning, Leo woke up to a pair of eyes, something he wasn't used to.
The eyes sat wide, unblinking and close to his face.
The only reaction he could manage was a jolt, which was a valid response to the sudden and unfamiliar view, but it made Vittoria smile.
She had gotten the reaction she wanted.
"Good morning," she said as Leo lay back and exhaled and shook his head at the ceiling for a moment and then rubbed his hands across his face before looking back down at Vittoria, whose head now rested in her palms, while she watched Leo.
In the next moment, he grabbed a bit of the covers and threw them over her head and reached under them and lifted her from her kneeling position beside the bed, which produced a squeal that filled the room immediately.
"Leo. Let go. Let go right now."
"That," he said, carrying her, "is not how you greet someone, good morning."
