Ricky stepped out in the living room, with a tension that still lingered in his mind. As he walked towards the vill's guest room, he was noticed by Myra Lee, the calls operator.
"Looks like you ran into the door. " Myra said.
Ricky managed a wry smile. "Yeah.. "
Her expression turned serious as she saw the blood coming from his jaw. She sat beside him. "Let me take a look."
She gently examined his jaw, her fingers probing the swelling. "You're going to have a nice bruise there," She said as she explored through her medical kit.
Ricky winced as she cleaned and dressed his wound. "Thanks, Myra. I owe you now."
He couldn't help but notice the way her dark black hair fell in soft waves down her back, and the warmth of her touch as she tended to his wound. "It's okay, no worries. But now, don't touch your jaw too much okay?"
"O-okay." His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her.
Maybe.... He was in love