by the way + angela giarratana

three

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the next morning i begged spencer to stop at a cafe on the way to work so i could bring angela her promised coffee. he of course asked why since we almost never stop, let alone for coffee.

i sighed, running a hand through my hair, "because yesterday i told ang my feelings and i felt bad for trying to ignore her all day. and obviously i want to apologize...so i'm bringing her coffee."

"hey, you know what, i'm proud of you for sharing your feelings. now let's hurry up so we're not late, i've got a lot of work to get done today." spencer grabs me by the shoulders and turns me towards the front door.

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once we get to the office, i'm rushing to get the coffee on her desk before she gets there. of course, my pace is interrupted by alex tran and i crashing into each other as we both come around the corner.

"shit, julien! i totally wasn't paying attention!"

"no, no...not your fault i'm just in a hurry. see you at lunch, alex!" i rush out as i turn back to getting to her desk. but once i get there, she's in her chair scrolling on her phone.

"uh hey...sorry ang. meant to have this on your desk before you arrived. traffic and the line at the cafe was backed up." i wipe the bottom of the cup before setting it down.

"oh yay, no worries. i'm just happy to have good coffee for once. what happened to your shirt, is that new fashion statement that i wasn't aware of?" she asks looking me up and down. i pull a confused face as i look down at my white top, which now has a coffee stain right on the front, meaning my shirt as gone see through.

"ah c'mon! alex and i bumped into each other on the way here, i knew i shouldn't have worn white! i'll go find spencer and bribe him to give me his hoodie." i pull the shirt away from my skin, awareness of wet cotton is not my favorite feeling.

"here, you can take mine. it's too warm on set so i won't be wearing it anyways." ang leans down pulling her hoodie out of her bag.

"you really don't have to, but thank you." i say gratefully, "i'll save you a seat at lunch!" i turn head toward the bathrooms to change out my now stained t-shirt.

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as i'm sitting down at my desk, i see shayne looking at me with his eyebrows raised.

"i spilt coffee on my shirt so ang gave me her sweater" i simply say, shrugging my shoulders.

"looks like you two made up?"

"yeah, it went better than i thought it would. i brought her coffee this morning as an apology to ignoring her all day yesterday." i bring my attention back to my computer screen, pulling up my to-do list for the day.

"well kid, i'm proud of you, i gotta get to set, catch ya later desk neighbor!" shayne shoots me a genuine smile before he heads off to set.

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later that night, i'm struggling to fall asleep. i'm really not sure why i can't, there shouldn't be anything bothering me, but yet i'm still awake at 3AM. i don't want to wake up spencer or try and text angela, as they both of an early games shoot. i look over at my vanity chair and see angela's sweater draped over it. i slip out of bed and pull it on over my head. i can smell her perfume that lingers on the cotton, i pull the sleeves over my hands and crawl back into my bed. i can feel the smile starting to form on my lips as i close my eyes to go back to sleep.

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the next morning after the games shoot, i find angela in the kitchen, i hand her folded up hoodie, "i washed it for you. thank you for letting me borrow it yesterday."

angela pushes the hoodie back towards me, "you can keep it, i mean it."

"oh, thank you?" i say, my cheeks heating up as i feel her hands lingering on top of mine.

the butterflies in my stomach are making me rethink my decision, maybe i do want to try and have a relationship wit her.

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ry speaks!
hopefully this ties y'all over until i have the new part out, enjoy!