Lovina was exhausted. After that close call with the cops, she was about ready to crash. But, unfortunately, she still had her younger sister to take care of. Speak of the devil.

"Sorella! You're-a back! You're-a late! Did-a you run into that-a handsome Spanish cop again?"

"Of-a course I'm-a back, idiota! I didn't-a want to be-a late, and-a yes. I ran into that-a cop again."

"Heehee! Well-a while you were-a gone, I did-a some cleaning! Do you-a like it?"

Lovina looked around. Their penthouse was almost sparkling. On the far right, the curtains opened up to the wall of glass that overlooked New York City, and all of its bustling streets.

Towards the center of the room, was the super cushy, comfy couch (oh, how she wanted to sleep on that couch.) with the coffee table in front of it. On the wall opposite the couch, was the 112-inch flat screen tv, which was playing the movie 'The Corpse Bride'. On the far left was the kitchen, with all the up-to-date models of cooking appliances. Next to the kitchen, was the mini-bar, stalked up with the finest French and Italian wines.

Lovina sniffed. "Hmph. It-a looks fine."

Feliciana jumped up and clapped. "Yay! I'm glad-a you like it!"

Lovina went to the mini-bar, and poured herself a glass of wine. She made her way to the couch, kicking off her shoes, and sat down. Grabbing the remote, she flipped through channels, finally settling on 'Cops'. Feliciana also poured herself some wine, and sat down next to her.

"Hey, Feli?"

"Sì?"

"Stay away from-a the potato cop." Feli's face turned red.

"H-how did-a you know?"

"Well, the-a cookie jar with-a our emergency money is-a opened, your-a concealed gun is-a gone, and your-a hair is-a messy, probably from-a the wind. So clearly, you-a went to meet him, bringing him his-a favorite beer, and you-a didn't bring your-a gun, so he-a knew he could-a 'trust' you for-a the time being."

"W-wow. You're-a good."

"I know."

They sat in silence for a little bit, watching their show, when Lovina got up, stretching and yawning.

"Well-a, I'm-a going to bed-a now. Good-a night."

"Ve~ Buonanotte."

Lovina went upstairs to her room, and put on her pajamas. She lie on her back, thinking.

'Why has this cop taken an interest in me of all people? And why do I feel this way about him of all people? I'll figure this out in the morning. Right now I need sleep.'

She yawned and turned onto her side, her eyes already closed.

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