Angelica would gasp slightly, when she turned around and met with someone that she'd never expected to see again, how was she supposed to react? She would shift and nearly drop the precious book she'd carried so confidently before. Her crystal eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
As she stood there, a million thoughts raced thru her mind; Why was he here? Was it to take her back to that hellish life? Was it to punish her for never saying thank you? Or did he have worse things in mind for her?
She let out a deep breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and looked down at his hand. It was like it took her a moment to realize what he was doing. A handshake. That was good...friendly. Quickly she glanced back at Mr. Ravnos, and then turned back and held out her own small hand for him to shake.
She looked up at this man with unfocused eyes, as if she were dreaming, and in fact, that's exactly the way she felt. Like she was dreaming. Here was a man who'd saved her from those nasty gang bullies, and given her at the very least the time to run away, but she was more than a thousand miles away from her home in the states.
"Pleasure to uhm...meet you." she told him. Suddenly her eyes focused and it was like reality had slapped her in the face. "And I guess I should uhm, say thanks for well...ya know." she shifted a little, looking him over now. He didn't really look any different, a little older, a little rougher, but pretty much the same. Despite the large scar, he was still handsome in a dark, alluring sort of way.
As she stood there, a million thoughts raced thru her mind; Why was he here? Was it to take her back to that hellish life? Was it to punish her for never saying thank you? Or did he have worse things in mind for her?
She let out a deep breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and looked down at his hand. It was like it took her a moment to realize what he was doing. A handshake. That was good...friendly. Quickly she glanced back at Mr. Ravnos, and then turned back and held out her own small hand for him to shake.
She looked up at this man with unfocused eyes, as if she were dreaming, and in fact, that's exactly the way she felt. Like she was dreaming. Here was a man who'd saved her from those nasty gang bullies, and given her at the very least the time to run away, but she was more than a thousand miles away from her home in the states.
"Pleasure to uhm...meet you." she told him. Suddenly her eyes focused and it was like reality had slapped her in the face. "And I guess I should uhm, say thanks for well...ya know." she shifted a little, looking him over now. He didn't really look any different, a little older, a little rougher, but pretty much the same. Despite the large scar, he was still handsome in a dark, alluring sort of way.