Amelia’s POV
It’s been three days and I still haven’t crossed paths with Castriel. As much as I hated it, I decided to wait until he was back so that I could thank him for being nice and thoughtful but I still haven’t seen him.
Why am I waiting for him? Why do I want to thank him? What if he begins to think we’re a thing?
Sighing, I tried to shake the questions out of my mind because I knew Castriel and I know that the last thing he would think is us being an item.
“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Rebecca’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I quickly shook my head.
“I wasn’t thinking about him, I’m just trying to lift this.” I lied, pretending to carry the statue of the wolf that no one had tried to lift in probably years.
“You know, according to stories, it’s been years
