Anita's eyes darted between Angel and Rachel, her mind reeling with the tension between them. She felt like she was caught in the middle of a storm, and she needed a break.
"Sort this out," Anita said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability. "I'm going out to eat, amala."
Angel's eyes widened in surprise, but Rachel just smirked. "Yeah, run away, little girl. You can't handle the truth."
Anita ignored Rachel's jab and headed for the door. She needed some fresh air, some space to think. She couldn't process the emotions swirling inside her.
As she walked out into the cool evening air, Anita felt a mix of relief and anxiety. She didn't know what was happening between Angel and Rachel, but she knew she needed to stay out of it for now.
She made her way to her favorite amala joint, her mind replaying the scene she just left behind. What was going on between Angel and Rachel? And where did she fit into the picture?