From the outside bar, Derek glared daggers at two men who approached Angela. How dare they?
Derek told himself that he has no right to interfere. After all, they were only talking, and Angela didn't seem to be troubled by their presence. Her back was facing him, so he couldn't see her expression, but her body language didn't show resistance, and he wondered if she was smiling at those two.
'Is this how it ends?', Derek wondered. He shook his head at his foolish thought. It ended two weeks ago before it even started because of his stupidity. If he wanted anything with Angela, he was supposed to think about it at that time. What was he thinking then? He wasn't. He was acting on an impulse, as usually.
Derek always acted on an impulse, doing what he wanted without a plan and without considering the consequences.