Only has it been a couple of days since Brando had drunkenly and impulsively kissed you. It made your mind create a thousand theories to why but never got to the conclusion. You’re walking casually in the main entrance’s hall. Your pink lips parted and eyes facing downwards, shows echoing when walking in the empty corridor. “What a little goody-two shoes.” Vittorio laughed. It made you notice Brando standing by the wall, clenching his jaw lightly.