The alcohol tasted bitter on Angela's tongue—as if the bomb shot was protesting. If the drink could talk, she could imagine that it'd probably tell her: "Girl, you're being dumb." But she couldn't help herself, unaware of why she couldn't answer his question.
Gael locked his gaze on her face and asked, "Why can't you answer? It was just a simple question. Was it that hard?"
Brushing her thoughts aside, she put the glass back on the table and shrugged. "You don't get to ask another question. I drank the shot as per the rules of this game. Now, it's my turn… Truth or dare?"
Letting out a sigh, he clenched his jaw and replied, "Truth."
"You said your best vacation was in the Netherlands. What happened there?" she asked in all seriousness. He didn't tell her the reason why earlier and it piqued her curiosity.
