@cracknoir || cont.
She didn’t know what to expect when it came to his reaction upon seeing her again, but it certainly wasn’t that. A small smile tipped her lips as she watched him excitedly bounce his way to her car. Touching her fist to his, Angel was a little surprised that he would inquire (or even remember) as to what she wrote on her note, but pleasantly so. “Yup.” Short and sweet. She was sure he, more than anyone, understood the underlying message there.
“You look good yourself.” Her eyes darted over his face now that he was closer, wondering how much of what he’d been taking lately, and if he was eating even remotely healthy. “Sounds like business as usual. Get in.” Unlocking the doors, she checked her mirrors while he got in, easily falling back into the bodyguard routine she’d left behind, which had become second nature when she was around him.
“How’ve you been?” She asked, pulling out onto the street and following the familiar route, keeping an eye out for any sign of law enforcement. “Found someone else to watch your back, I’m hoping?”