425 A Mistake.

The pair made it back to the living room after their little tryst in the bedroom. Gael made them both some coffee using the espresso maker his grandmother gave to Angela. He thought it was convenient to have one. 

Making a cup of cappuccino for her at any time of the day was now part of the favorite things he liked to do. Gael loved it when she smiled, the simple joy of having the drink, that smile reached her eyes, causing fucking butterflies in his stomach. They were probably moths.

From the kitchen, he could see her sitting at the end of the sofa, looking serious as she scrolled through her phone, curious lines creasing between her brows as she focused. He lifted two cups of coffee and brought them to the living room. "Here."