Breathing in Fire
While Angela hoped their evening would get better during dinner, Gael's phone rang. She watched him check the screen of his phone, his jaw tightening before answering the call. The phone call only lasted for a few seconds, and he didn't even say anything. Then he spoke to Rick in Italian. After the latter acknowledged whatever Gael said, the car made a U-Turn.
"We're not going to the restaurant?" she asked.
"Sorry. I'll take you there next time. I've been called for a…meeting." His voice was impassive as he turned his head in her direction but looking downward and not meeting her eyes.
"Oh."
Angela was slightly disappointed that he had to cancel dinner. But she pushed the heavy feeling down and worried that something had happened. "Is everything okay?"
"Nothing to worry about."
She wanted to press on, but nothing came out of her mouth, so she clamped her lips shut as they rode back towards the apartment.