Matthew looked at Viola. Seeing her sitting there he got up. Slightly limping over to where she was sitting on the bench. Wondering if she would notice him. He slowly sat down beside her. Looking at her through the sunglasses. Wincing in hidden pain as he sat there. He hoped the sunlight didn't catch the bruise. It wasn't well hidden underneath the rim of the sunglasses. Boy did it hurt just having those rims resting on his lower eye and cheek area. He sat next to her. He kept the arm with the bandaging on the other side of her. So she couldn't touch it on accident. That would hurt like hell. He looked at her again. "Sorry about yesterday. It got late. I enjoyed spending time with you at that unique tea house." He said with a smile. It was almost ALMOST genuine. But still wasn't. It was fake like any smile he smiled. A soul hiding through truth behind masks and walls. The sunlight caught the bruise and began making it shine. Drawing attention to it as she stared at him while his soul showed her it was bleeding. It had physically been bleeding just this morning. The cuts still stung quite a bit. "Hey...why don't we skip the rest of the day?" He said suddenly. "We can um...go...um...somewhere." He said finally.