It seemed to Angela, like Adrianno had split personalities. One day, he would be cool, he would be angry but calm and that was scary and yet another day he could be gentle, and seem like he cared, even just the smallest bit. It was confusing.
After that night last week when they had ordered take out and sat eating in the living room, Adrianno had been very closed up. He would rarely be there, come home late with different women, and not even eat the food she had made and left there for him. It was just like when she had first come here and although at the start, she was glad he wasn't around much, she didn't feel the same anymore.
Her thoughts went back to that night, they had talked, laughed, and shared a bit more about themselves. Well, she had shared a bit more about hers
