260 State of Mind

"How long have you been standing there?" Angela wondered, her eyes studying Gael's features, trying to see if she could read him. He must have already talked to Uncle Wilfred's assistant.

"Long enough."

"Were you following me?" She arched a brow and challenged him. "You should add that to your resume—professional stalker."

He curled a corner of his lip, forming a lopsided smirk. "I already did. It's right under my contact information, labeled in bold letters—Introduction." He gestured his hand in the air, imagining the word. "That's how I passed all my interviews. They didn't need to read beyond that line. Turns out everyone needed my skills."

She shook her head as she walked around him and headed back to the event hall, letting out a long sigh. "You have an answer to everything, don't you?"

"Not really..." He followed after her. "I don't have your answer."

Angela cleared her throat. "What were you doing outside the restroom?"