Cleo watched as his body language fell, he was becoming bored. So he doesnâ€™t like the sweet type, she thought. She pushed the gelato away from her and looked him up with puzzled eyes. â€œYou have a bad attitude, donâ€™t you?â€ she said, just as sweetly as she had said everything else. â€œYou have such a mighty air about you. Maybe that is your problem. You think too much of yourself.â€ She smiled and put her elbows on the table.