A slow grin cast on Gael's handsome features upon hearing her invitation. He couldn't tell what her motives were, but because he was Gael, he didn't fail to annoy her. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Angela frowned, arching an eyebrow and giving him a glassy stare. He was clearly amused by her sudden invitation, and now he's making it look like it meant something else when all she really wanted was to thank him for yesterday. "What date? Why would you think that?"
He shrugged. "All right. Then no." He turned and attempted to close the door on her face, however, she slammed her hand to stop it.
"Ah!" she winced when the heavy wood slapped her palm, immediately rubbing her hand to ease the pain. The sudden pain surprised her but she recovered quickly and brushed it off. Gael did not expect her to do that, so he halted and faced her again. "Fine!" she hissed. "It's just lunch. Label it whatever you want. I don't get why it matters."
