Angela shouldn't be replying to Gael's texts. She needed some time to think about what happened between them because clearly, both of them couldn't say whatever they needed to say to each other's faces. What was at stake?
Her heart.
Well, both of their hearts.
She hadn't responded to his texts because her father was asking her who this man was. Needing to get away from the sticky situation she got herself in, she brushed it off and told her father that he'd know more about him once he met him—whoever "him" was.
Angela's phone buzzed again.
[ Gael: Are you there? ]
[ Angela: I'm having breakfast with my dad and brother. ]
