C3
She glared at him. "Shut up. And leave me alone," Vincent smiled as he raised the orange juice to his lips. It was acidic, and not too sweet. It was good. "What's wrong, Cinder? Not a morning person?" He asked, setting his cup down. "I heard you last night. My room's right across the way, could you please try to keep it down?" She demanded angrily. Disgust, and palpable loathing. Was he really that loud? His Mistress was too good.