Eyes moved to look over the room once again when Lorenzo explained that he had decorated it. Her mind wondering if his bedroom was styled the same, did he have a distinct taste? She shook her head slightly, clearing those thoughts out. Why was she even thinking about the mans bedroom? This week was only getting stranger. She locked her eyes on his desk, feeling like she couldn't look at him for a moment.<br/><br/>"I've... been okay." She finally responded, deciding to leave out the details that she ate a whole tub of ice cream whilst crying in front of the TV. She wasn't one for admitting when she was feeling down. Her stoic nature wouldn't allow her to do that.<br/><br/>The girls eyes widened when Enzo spoke his next words, looking up to him with confusion. "FIFTY?" She exclaimed, a little louder then she had meant to. A hand reached up to cover her mouth. "Sorry, I- I'd be doing less work then when I was waitressing. That's an obscene pay rate." She stuttered out, still a little shocked from his suggestion. Despite knowing she needed the money, she didn't want to rip him off. 50 an hour for keeping his mother company seemed insane.