His Broken Angel
Theo asked with knitted brows.
" He doesn't tell me anything," Angela replied with a hint of irritation.
"He is little strange, isn't he?" Theo smirked.
"Strange?" Angela snorted loudly.
"I believe the word you are looking for is weird," Angela replied. Theo appraised her with a deep intrest.
"Now why would you say that?" Theo provoked her, looking over her shoulder at something. His smirk spread into a wicked smile.
"Why? Surely you know why. Your friend seems to be foreign to the concept of smile. He is always brooding, always frowning. Even the weather changes for a change but this man.... Not a chance. And let's not talk about his glare," she remarked.
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