Staring at a pair of grey eyes that she hadn't seen for a while, Angela felt nostalgic. She couldn't deny the fact that Gael was still as handsome as she remembered him three months ago. He was dressed sharply, and his face was clean-shaven, looking like a million bucks and smelling like one too. It was a look that he donned so perfectly it was apparent that this was what he would usually look like—smart, neat, business-like, and assertive—just like how he was when she first met him.
It was weird that she thought he looked like him but also not. Maybe she was just used to seeing him looking so casual and laid-back during the days they were stuck on the island that the current him seemed distant to her. 'But that doesn't matter now, does it, Angela? You wouldn't associate with him now anyway,' she thought.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she folded her arms in front of her chest as she bit out, "After interrupting my date, you want us to talk? Are you serious?"
