"Tell me what's wrong," he told me softly.

"Nothing," I didn't even try to fake a smile because he would notice it in a second. But I couldn't tell the truth either.

"Then why have you been like this for the last few days? I'm worried," he sounded like he was, too.

"I'll get over it tonight probably," I smiled with the hope of putting it behind me.

"I'll stay with you."

"No," I shook my head. "You shouldn't leave Vito ...