The cold breeze on the hot summer day touched Angela's cheeks and neck, sweeping her hair to the side and her skirt swaying along.
She was pretty and her cheeks were flushed pink. It could be the sun… but it could also be because she was flustered upon laying her eyes on the man that she hadn't seen since that night. That man whose lies she used in her first book.
Her cheek was twitching again and she was beginning to think that she had to see a nerve doctor. What were they called? — Neurologists! Right. She should probably have to see one. Because right now, her cheek had been twitching. Or was she mistaken and she was actually stopping herself from smiling?
Why would she smile?! What was she expecting? That he would remember her? For all she knows, he might have forgotten her already. After all, he looked like the kind who did 'Wham bam thank you ma'am's'!
'Look at him,' her inner voice told her.
