Angela's POV
I froze when his face suddenly came so close.
My heart kicked too fast. I could see the hazel in his eyes clearly, the hard lines of his face. I could feel his calm, steady breath, so different from my own racing pulse.
I didn’t have time to move.
Our eyes held for a second too long.
Then his gaze shifted. His hand lifted slightly higher, fingers brushing through my hair with a brief, precise motion.
He pulled something out.
“You’ve got this,” he said shortly.
He held up a tiny fragment between his fingers. I couldn’t tell if it was a dried leaf or a small piece of vegetable,nprobably from earlier, while I was cooking.
“Oh.” I said, a little awkward. “Thank you.”
He stepped back immediately, breaking the space between us like it meant nothing, then returned to his ch
