Angel hopes the rosiness on her cheeks isn't so visible. Sawyer is still standing close to her, so close that's she doesn't know how to proceed. It's his pitch black eyes for her, the way they gawk at her with so much empathy.
She should clear her throat to ease up the moment but Angel wants this to last forever. His expression changes and she sees it meander to her lips. At a snail's pace she takes the last available step when her back comes in contact with the wall.
That is the last stop.
Angle can sense his breath just like he can sense hers. It is dumpy and mild, causing her to wonder if he knows the effect of their proximity.
Hmm. Hmm.
Someone clears their throat and Angel turns to the sound. Sawyer, later turns after he removes something from Angel's hair. Angel turns back to hi
