Mr. Wrong
It had been a couple of hours since Gael dropped Angela off in front of the restaurant, and she felt like it had been eons ago. How they ended their conversation earlier really bummed her out. She debated with herself several times whether she should send him a text to check up on him, but every time she picked up her phone from the table, she'd put it right back down.
She didn't have to wait for her best friend Nina for long as the latter arrived ten minutes later. With her usual cup of cappuccino, she sipped on it while ruminating on her current situation with her friend. She had wanted to unload everything to someone for a while now. She only got the chance during their meetup. The one good thing about having Nina was that she didn't judge her even though whatever she did or was doing was a mistake.
Of course, Nina would whip her butt if ever she did something really crazy, but her friend was the only one she allowed to be really real with her.