professional or something more?

Although I will discuss more memories once I can see my photos again and start uploading my mother's photos, here are some other memories. I remember checking into our hotel after our bus ride from Pisa. I was still quite weak and was trying to help my mother with the door key. I stood up for a moment and turned my head left over my shoulder. I saw Riccardo at the end of the hall carrying a black briefcase. His right hand was holding his room key just about to turn it to enter the room and he was looking over at us. I knew that he was probably just concerned about whether we could get into the room and whether he would need to walk over to help us, but there was something in his gaze. We actually stared at each other for longer than usual. It was almost like our distance apart seemed to crumble and everything seemed to fade away for a moment. We were the only ones in the hall just staring at each other and then when I thought the moment became too intense I turned to my mother again and pushed the door open. I could see him turning back to his door and stepping through the doorway. We had several moments where we would act completely professional with no interest in each other, except for a common bond of being Siclian and then there were moments when it felt like there could have been something more if we wanted to act upon it.