On the Sly
This. This was how "home" smelled like.
Angela.
Her hair, her neck, her everything. Gael couldn't believe he'd gone nearly a week of not being this close to her. She was like a drug that he didn't want to get over from, yet he was forced into rehab during the days they were apart.
He was probably crushing her with how tight his embrace was, but he couldn't help it. He missed her so much.
Footsteps from several feet away caught his attention, and when he looked up and saw Angela's father and brother, a chill ran down his spine. He slowly released her as he whispered, "Your family's here."
As if Angela had just remembered it, she immediately stepped back and turned around to face her brother and father, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.
"So you flew from New York?" Oliver wondered.
Gael glanced at Chairman Su and then at Angela before he nodded and answered Oliver, "Yes."