Angel’s POV

(Two weeks later)

Impatience eats at me partially because I failed to get his number and second I couldn’t leave and embark on that process again. Elle was back home and there was no way I’ll leave without her knowing what’s happening. A sad part I don’t wish to disclose to her yet until this puzzle is cleared.

“You’re barely eating anything at all.”

“I…” the porridge dish has turned cold and congealed.

“What’s on your mind? I have been noticing you tend to slip in thoughts when eating and everything in general.” She palms my shoulder. “You know you can talk to me. Is there anything bothering...