Argenti lie awake in his bed, arm sprawled over his face as he sighed. Sweat pooled behind his neck, causing him to groan and slowly sit and tie his hair back with a piece of string nearby.

He flopped back down, the cool breeze of his fan now flowing around his face. Maybe now he'd be able to sleep.

No.

Now something else was on his mind. He thought of you... your beauty, he had only spotted you once, briefly, whilst he was visiting the Astral Express but- he couldn't force the image of your face out of his mind even if he wanted to.

And he definitely didn't want to.