I Mean It
Nearly an hour had gone by since Gael left Angela's apartment. She had put away the clean dishes back to the cupboards and decided to rest for the evening. After doing her evening skincare routine, she curled up in her bed and just stared at the ceiling, recalling what happened that day.
She began thinking about what she and Gael had talked about earlier. Even though that was an unexpected conversation, what she got out of it was more than enough for the night. Angela didn't intend to push Gael to do or say something. But at least she got to hear where his mind was at. It wouldn't be fair to ask more from him when she was also still hesitant.