VII. Angel
My legs are vibrating. Not in a bad way. My cellphone! Someone’s calling.
Angel: Hello?
Jess’: Hi.
Angel: Oh. Hi.
Jess’: I’m here.
Angel: Where?
Jess’: In front of you, I think.
I was waiting in the shed. I searched for a man in front of me.. Oh. He’s a doctor?
Angel: Hey.
Jess’: I’m Jess.
Angel: I’m Angel. Just Gel, or Gelo. Angel is mainstream.
Jess’: Angel is good. It suits you. So, let’s go… where?
Angel: Oh. Follow me.
It was awkward dead silence. Sky’s out already and she left me with her friend. If she didn’t help me, I might kill her.
Jess’: Angel… So, this dance.. Where will this be?
Angel: In my school’s AVR. It’s on Friday and I really need your help.
Jess’: This Friday?!
He was surprised he almost tripped the stairs.
Angel: Yes.
Jess’: Oh god. I’m not that good. That’s s—
Angel: I just need to pass. Please?
I opened the AVR, the lights were on and the music’s on pause. We’re alone.
Angel: So, I’ll just show you the steps? Don’t laugh, ok? It’s ballroom. And it’s bad. You could change it ok? Is it hot?
He removed his white coat and his polo. He was just wearing his undershirt. He removed his glasses. He’s good-looking. Why did Sky describe him as ferociously ugly? That girl.
Ok, I pressed play. Sooner, we both started to dance, laugh, eat, rest, and dance again, together.
