Becca is back home, making stress cookies and racking every membrane to what she would have to do with her misbehaving heart which has been caused by no other than Peter.
She distinctly sent him a message, offering to meet somewhere close by, waiting for him. After few minutes of waiting, she gets a message saying he wouldn’t be able to come.
Angrily, Angel throws another batch of cookie dough into the oven staring at the opaque ceramic at her hazy reflection. She had to work with her assignments but she wasn't getting any results done due to the fact that she has just started this relationship thing and yet because of Peter, her mind is wayward disturbing her from every damn angle.
The moment she thinks about him, her heart would beat, it didn't even listen to her, it just did whatever
