A lot of things went through her head as Angela beca silent. Her mind brought her back to last night when she told Gael that she would stop the publication of her first book. It was wrong of her to write that book without his permission, and it was not fair for him.
Before coming here to see her best friend, she already had her mind set on telling her about her decision. She would be lying if she'd say that she didn't think twice after hearing the good news. If she told Nina about it now, that would an that Love Tales can't adapt that book anymore. And from what her best friend had told her, Love Tales was adamant in working with her first book that they had already prepared for a marketing strategy.
This wasn't an all or nothing kind of thing, right?! Angela was indeed in a dilemma. She wasn't even aiming to earn millions from writing her novels. All she wanted was to write—rely putting her books on the shelves and knowing that people buy and enjoy them was already satisfying for her. But this break from Love Tales was definitely sothing she didn't know she wanted until the opportunity was presented to her.
Back when she used to play the ga—before she wrote her first book, she wondered what it would be like if she wrote a story, and Love Tales would produce it. How amazing would that be? And now that she finally got the chance, what would she do?
"Anj?" Nina called her attention. "Did you hear what I said?"
"I'm sorry… What did you say?"
"I was asking if I should call them now and let them know we're good to go. When's a good ti for you to et them?"
Angela watched as Nina grabbed her smartphone and started tapping on its screen. Questions swam in her head, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. "Can I get back to you on that?"
"What?" Nina snapped her head towards the other. "Don't tell you're having second thoughts? I don't get it…"
Of course, she wouldn't get it. Nina also played that ga once in a while, and she started playing it because Angela got so into it.
"Well, it's all too sudden…" Angela began. "I'm still in a bit of a shock, to be honest. I still can't believe that they actually want my stories. I need so ti to think it through and wrap my head around it before we agree on anything."
"I see…I understand what you an. Well, I told them I'd get back to them in a week anyway, so you have ti to think about it."
It was eleven in the morning, and she felt like she was committing a cri as she took a sip of her already cold cappuccino, thinking that Gael could see her from wherever he was at the mont. She could hear his icy remark about her drinking it at this ti of the day. If he were here, she would most definitely say sothing like: 'But I just finished my breakfast' or 'I'll drink my cappuccino however and whenever I want'.
Angela lowered her head, suppressing a small smile from forming her lips when she rembered their little bickering back on the island.
Nina sighed, not noticing the sudden change in her best friend's aura. "Oh, right… You haven't told about that hottie you were locked up on the island with. How was he? Where is he? Was he good, or was he good?"
Raising her head abruptly, Angela's eyes widened at the question, surprised that Nina asked her a very tily question just when she was thinking about Gael. Suddenly, she worried that her thoughts were no longer safe.
"What do you an 'how was he'? Nothing happened, you pervert."
"Ehhh… You?! Really, you?!" Nina crossed her arms and arched a brow. "I don't believe you."
"Will you stop doing that? You're making it seem like I can't keep my hands to myself. Nothing. Happened. Okay?"
The gigantic smile on Nina's face was annoying.
"If nothing really happened, why are you red?" Nina provoked.
Angela cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. She knew she couldn't hide it from her best friend, so she relented, "Okay, fine. We kissed."
"Oh, my gosh! I knew it!" Nina exaggeratedly exclaid because of excitent. She leaned towards the table, her eyes sparkling as she probed so more, "So how was it? Was he huge?"
"What—What do you an?! I said, we kissed!"
"Uh-huh. So, how big? Tell when to stop—two fingers?" Nina held two fingers up. "Three?" Three fingers up. "Oh… holy monster…" Holding four fingers up and gasping, she barked, "FOUR?!"
"Wha—Hey!" Angela could only laugh, throwing her head back and getting breathless. She certainly missed her best friend—now, she couldn't stop thinking about Gael because of Nina's question.
"What was his na again? Gael?" asked Nina. "Did you take a picture of him? I haven't even seen him yet, and I already think he's handso. His na sounds like he is."
"Why would I take a picture of him?" Angela swallowed just as she rembered that she did have pictures of Gael saved on her phone when they were doing 'dares' while drinking. 'Sorry, Nina. I can't show them to you.'
"Why not?" Nina clicked her tongue. "What a bumr… So, where is he? Are you guys…"
"No, we're not. What happened in Hillberry was just… it just happened." Angela shrugged and drank the rest of her cappuccino. "Just a fling, and it won't happen again."
"How sure are you?"
"He said it himself."
"He did?"
Angela nodded. Her gaze drifted towards her phone, realizing that she hadn't heard from him since. 'Perhaps he's busy,' she thought. Then, she recalled what he said back on the island, and it only made her heart throb. "He said we aren't going to work."
Nina scoffed upon hearing her friend. "Too bad. Forget about him. It's his loss anyway."
"Right." Not wanting to dwell on it, Angela shifted the topic to sothing different. "By the way, I've received a response from the new sponsors for the foundation. Do you think we can visit the orphanage soon?"
Her best friend already forgot about Gael once the subject changed. Angela could only wish it was that fast for her.
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