Angela ate the bowl of oatmeal despite not having the appetite to eat. Gael was thoughtful about her stomach issue, and that was endearing. The thought of him drunk in her kitchen while making her this food was something she didn't think she wanted to witness. How did he even manage without burning or cutting himself? Though she wouldn't really know since she hadn't seen him. She just hoped he didn't hurt himself.
Staring at the note he left her, she stuck it on her nightstand, and a sigh escaped her lips. This morning was the first time that she'd seen him in such a state. And although he was still handsome, she missed the dangerous and cheeky side of him.
Angela didn't want to think about Evan, but what he did really caused her not to fully trust men so easily. Gael was an exception, but perhaps she had trusted him too fast? It didn't seem like it, though. She could feel that he was different, but why was it still so hard?
