His eyes widen, confusion flickering through them.
"And now," I continue with a soft smile, "you're acting like we're strangers again."
He stares at me, clearly unsure how to respond.
I lean back slightly, lowering my voice.
"Relax," I say. "Take a deep breath."
Then, smiling at him warmly, I add,
"And give me a bright smile."
Angel looks at me, confusion clouding his eyes.
He repeats softly, uncertain, "A… smile?"
I nod. "Yes."
My voice is light, almost teasing. "If you want to give me something in return, then give me a bright smile instead of a thank you."
He freezes, clearly unsure how to respond. His lashes flutter, his lips part slightly—caught between obedience and bewilderment.
I smile wider. "You don't have to give it right now. Whenever you feel like it."
Angel lowers his gaze, eyes still wide, as if my words have unsettled something inside him.
