Lucia stared at Gastone in disbelief. "You want me, a girl, to help you carry that large man?
Gastone raised an eyebrow, "A girl? You?"
Lucia crossed her arms. "Why, don't you think I'm a girl?"
"No," Gastone chuckled. "I believe you're a woman rather than a girl."
Lucia opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her face blushed as she thought Gastone saw her as a real woman instead.
"So are you going to help me or not?" Gastone said with a smirk. He knew how his words affected Lucia, and he liked it.
"Alright!" Lucia sneered to cover up her embarrassment.
Together, they dragged Joseph toward the bed, his limp body bouncing comically every time Gastone's patience ran thin.
"Be careful with his head!" Lucia scolded as Joseph's arm flopped off the edge of the bed.
"I am careful," Gastone muttered, shoving Joseph onto the mattress like an oversized sack of flour. "There. He's alive, isn't he?"
Joseph let out a faint groan, rolling to one side.
