With Angela's luggage in tow, Gael walked her up to her apartment. The ride in the elevator was quiet, neither of them wanting to speak. Oliver was sitting on the sofa with a scowl on his face when they arrived at the door to the apartment. He had a phone in his hand while occasionally glancing at Riccardo who stood not too far from him.
Sensing their presence, Oliver looked to the door and saw his sister.
"Finally, you're here," he spoke under gritted teeth and stalked towards the foyer to meet Angela.
"What are you doing here, Oli?" She greeted with a kiss on the cheek before walking past him and putting down some of her things on the dining table.
"What's going on? I can't pass through this meathead. What's happening in your bedroom?" He nodded to Riccardo, a crease forming between his brows as he questioned her.
