On a park bench in the middle of town, Odette and Hans sat side by side while reminiscing about their first meeting.
Odette remembered that she ran around looking for help for her mother.
“When everyone refused to help me, I felt hopeless. I get mad at them. If I hadn’t met Senior and Uncle Mike, I would have thought everyone was mean and heartless.”
Odette stared at the people passing by in front of them. “For me, Senior and Uncle Mike are angels sent by God to help my mother and me.” She turned to Hans and smiled faintly, but her smile faded when she saw Hans’ flat face.
“Hello.” Odette snapped her fingers in front of the man’s face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when Hans just snapped out of his reverie.
“I’m flattered that you called me an angel. If Rion heard that, he would be jealous.”
Odette smiled upon hearing that. “That’s right.”
“He’s possessive?”
“Yes. He’s very possessive.”
“But, you still like him.”
“That’s true.”
