I wrap my arms around myself as I stare at Mr Martino, who is staring back at me.

Honestly, I feel weird: Mr Martino and I have never been in the same room together, except for when we were in the kitchen. But that day doesn't count.

His eyes look so distant-- they look so empty and cold. They are attractive, but still so scary. I feel like they are calling out to me, though.

People say that the eyes are a key to one's soul, and that is why I want to look into Mr Martino's soul. But I know that it will be difficult for me to do so, because I can't see anything in his eyes.

I do admit that he does look well rested, and better than he did a few days ago. He looks refreshed, and the eye bugs that were under his eyelids are no longer there-- I'm jealous.

I can see his mouth moving, but I don't know what he is saying. I force myself to pay attention to his words, and I can't help but get embarrassed when I realize that he is calling out to me. "Ms. Rowland?" He calls out, a frown on his lips as he stares at me intensely.

I really want to slap myself for always acting dumb in front of Mr Martino. "Yes?" I clear my throat, looking at him with the little confidence I have at this moment. I can't help but chew on my bottom lip, nervously waiting for him to tell me the purpose of his visit.

Chewing my bottom is a habit I developed when I was very young, and up to now, I don't know how to get rid of the habit... I really hate it.

"I came here to talk: can take a seat?" Mr Martino asks, pointing at the the only chair in the room-- the chair comes with one of those study table. Though, it does look very fancy.

I nod at him, watching as he sits down. My cheeks feel hot as I watch him look around: I forgot how messed up the room is.

There are chocolate wraps on my bed and some are on the floor as well, and let's not forget the many water bottles I always forget to throw away.

I'm sure he thinks I'm unhygienic, and I also don't know if I blame him for thinking like that.

A sigh leaves his lips before he proceeds to look at me, which makes me fidget in my seat. "How are you?" I ask him, wanting to make the atmosphere less tense.

"I'm good," he replies, slightly nodding his head. "I guess I just don't know where to start from," He adds,

I get confused when I hear his words, beginning to wonder if he is here to tell me to leave. Is he here to insult me? To tell me how stupid and lazy I am?

The situation makes me nervous, my heartbeat beginning to rise as I continue to make assumptions.

"-- and that's why I'm here," he says which makes me hum awkwardly, knowing very well that I didn't hear a single word he said.

I'm afraid to ask him to repeat what he said, worried that he will shout at me if I do. But I guess my facial expression tells him all he needs to know-- because he looks at me like I just committed a crime against him.

"You didn't hear anything I said, did you?" He asks, looking at me with what seems to be annoyance- something that I choose to ignore.

"Yes... Can you please repeat what you just said?" I ask, nervously.

Mr Martino sighs, looking at me very intensely, making me want to hide under my bed. "It was hard for me to come here, Ms. Rowland... Please, do pay attention this time: I won't keep repeating myself,"

I nod like a school child when I hear his words, forcing myself to sit up, praying in my heart that I hear everything that he is about to say.

I feel very hyper: I really need to start eating healthy, and I also need to eat some more chocolates.

"I came here to apologize," Mr Martino says, making me in lean closer, wanting to know if I'm seeing the right person, or if I'm just imagining Mr. Martino's presence.

It won't be the first time that I have hallucinations.

"What?" I whisper under my breath, feeling disbelief.

Mr Martino groans when he hears my question, which confirms that indeed, I was hearing the right things. "I told you that I won't repeat myself, Ms. Rowland," He repeats himself, which makes me smile, failing to believe that the mighty Diego Martino is apologizing to me.

Wow, this day must be a dream

Maybe I should sleep for a bit. The heavens know that I need my rest.

This can't be a reality: Mr Martino apologizing to me is next to impossible. The man is too ignorant to apologize.

"I realized that I was wrong for judging you. I don't know you nor do I know your life; it wasn't my intention to make you feel bad... I don't know what made me say such things to you, but I do hope that you find it in you to forgive me." He rambles.

It's very obvious that Mr Martino doesn't apologize often. I do admit that the apology sounds very bland, but I guess I should understand that Mr Martino is a man of a few words. I guess that I should be happy that he is here, trying to say sorry.

It must have taken him a lot of courage to come here.

"You're forgiven," I state with a smile on my face, the smile widening when I see a little warmth on Mr. Martino's face.

"Thank you." His voice has also softened up a bit, making me feel a little bit giddy.

I don't know why I feel giddy, but I do know that I hate how I'm feeling.

I shouldn't be feeling like this for a man I barely know: I shouldn't be acting like a teenager that just saw her high school crush.

I'm passed that stage, and I know that I shouldn't start acting stupid, again.

Diego stands up from his seat, towering over me, which makes me swallow hard in shock at how tall he looks right now. "I'll be on my way now... I know that I seem ungrateful to you, but I really want you to know that I am grateful for everything that you are doing." He says, which makes me remember the case.

This is my chance to ask for help. I become conflicted, wondering if I should ask him about the case or if I should let him be.

Should I really risk him getting hurt? Should I make him remember the past? Or should I just let him be?

I really don't know what I should do. Because whatever I choose to do will impact Mr Martino in a good and bad way.

If I don't ask him about the case, then he will have mental peace, and if I decide to ask him about the case, then he will be a step closer to getting his freedom.

I'm in a dilemma, and I don't know how I can go about it.

Sighing, I decide to nod at him, wishing him goodbye.

I guess I can always ask Hunter for information; he might tell me something that will help fill in the gaps.

Mr Martino looks at me for the last time, before walking towards the door. I watch on helplessly, wanting to slap myself for not asking him some questions.

I get confused when Mr Martino stops walking, turning to look at me with what seems to be realization on his face. "Oh, and please, don't be afraid to ask me about the case: I'll be happy to give you the information I know," He says before walking out of the now opened door.

A smile graces my lips when I realize that finally, we will get to have some progress in this case.

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