Leo woke up the next day and, for about five minutes, lay still.
All he could think was how that morning was one of the most expectant he'd been in a while.
He felt genuinely rested, both physically and mentally, which was something that he couldn't claim in the past couple of weeks, at least not without lying about one of the two.
He'd be lying if he said that the thing with Vittoria hadn't been sitting somewhere in the back of his mind for a while now.
He'd just learned to ignore it, but yesterday's resolution had brought him more peace than he ever felt he had lost.
After a while, he swung his legs off the bed and got to his feet.
He washed his face a bit before picking up his toothbrush, and then in some five minutes, he was right back out of the bathroom.
"Wonder what she has to say," he muttered to himself, and then pulled on his running gear before he could spend any more time thinking about it.
