The wings attached. (Book one)

Maybe, maybe...?

     The next day, I skipped Central Park as my mood booster, and decided to extend my activities for a museum sort of rendezvous with myself. The idea of me going to the museum was thrilling me. I could spend quality time in the halls full of curious crowds. Good girl, Angela. I congratulated myself.

     There were only two places that came to my mind - MOMA and MET, and as the last I recently visited, not without a push from Steven, I decided to give my preferences to the first. MOMA it is. I closed the main entrance door behind me and froze dead. On the pavement talking on the cellphone stood Steven. He was looking up observing the windows of my gray building with skeptical physiognomy. I gasped and spun to the door. Jesus F… Christ!

     I collected my astonished self, making my expression unreadable, and slowly turned around. He met me with a grin and stashed his phone into his pocket. I opened my mouth to say something, when he made a face and silenced me with the gesture pressing his finger to his lips. I flinched in bigger surprise than before and let him open the conversation.

     “I’m not a stalker, I swear,” he made one step towards me.

     Are to! “How did you find me?” I creased my brows.

     “Well, if you’re not Stefanie Bales of forty-five, not Angela Chong, and not Angela Bing, then I found the right address. Besides, you gave me the specific area. It wasn’t that difficult.”

     “Which language do you speak?” I shook my head in disbelief. “If I need to say it in Spanish or specific dialect, just let me know which you understand the most.”

     “You said you don’t want anybody new,” he pointed. “I’m already not a total stranger.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise to his comment. “Okay, listen. I became a lawyer not because it is prestigious. I like to help people. Of course, it’s not rescue them from a fire or to transplant hearts, but in a certain way. Sometimes it can be tricky and much more ugly than anything else. You’re strange and kind. I've never met somebody with so much loyalty inside, and,” he paused, “nobody before has ran away from me so deliberately…so many times.”

     “Yes, nothing can stop you. I should have jumped on your neck the first moment I met you, so you lost any interest in me right at once.”

     “If that would be the case, I would probably already ask you to move in with me.”

     Despite all, I exploded in chortles. “Is that so?”

     “Pretty much.”

     “You are crazy!” Stalker!

     “Pretty much,” he ducked his head and smiled gleefully. “So what do you say, can I be your friend?”

     “Is it that you’re asking my permission? There’s something in my ear, it looks like you’re insisting.”

     “Oh, come on. I’ve spent the whole week tracking you down. I deserve some recognition.”

     “I believe my no, won’t stop you.” I sighed. My humor was gone.

     “I’ll take it as a yes,” he advanced closer to me. “So, my friend Angela, what can we do together?” His arm curved around mine, and he began pulling me along the street. “Do you like Broadway shows or maybe book fairs? There’s a whole bunch of things we can do. We can take a ride on a boat to the Statue of Liberty, go to the museum, or watch a movie. We can go and see a game. And oh, look, it’s almost a lunch time.”

     “You’re so...domineering. Is insolence a common trait of the character for lawyers?”

     “Okay, no lunch. I can stay hungry until dinner.”