Angelina had excused herself from her apartment upstairs and the occupants within, promising to be back or to call them to come down if needed. It was a little after noon, the hour she’d told the man she’d once called husband to show back up. In truth he was still her husband, she’d never filed for divorce hadn’t even had a clue where to find him to serve the papers, wasn’t even sure he’d been alive till he showed up last night.
The wine from the night before along with her talk with Sasha had helped, though tension was still felt in her shoulders as with a sigh and straightening determination she left the safety of the hallway that housed the back door, her office, storage room, and bathrooms. She’d let her emotions get the better of her the other night, she wasn’t prone to that, today was shown the much more collected woman of old, though she had a few more emotional scars than before.
”I’m glad you made it okay.” It was the truth, though the meaning was two-fold. Glad he’d actually shown up instead of skipping town and glad Craig hadn’t killed him in his sleep, both had been a possibility. ”Do ya want a drink?” Frame moving behind the bar still, a protective measure but also professional. She was technically suppose to be on the clock, though no one usually showed up till 2pm. Not waiting for an answer two glasses were pulled out and both filled with water. She might have wanted something stronger but she recalled all too well the nights of battling the addiction he’d had…she wasn’t about to flaunt the temptation in front of him again.
Glasses of water poured she moved around and finally came to stand next to the barstool adjunct to his own, sliding onto to it and spinning it ever so slightly so she could see him, but not as to fully stare either and still see the front door from the wall length mirror behind the bar. ”You look like hell.” It wasn’t an insult, but simply the truth. She couldn’t recall the last time he’d looked so ragged and not in the good way.
She was pussyfooting around, waiting for him to take the first real bite into the conversation, curious where he’d take it. She’d called the shots for the past ten years of her life and while she wasn’t sure she could relinquish that hold again, she owed him a chance to explain, all of it, or as much as he knew about their situation and where the hell life had taken him since. Then and only then would she tackle the issue of Desiree…that topic alone was worth a single conversation.
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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