"Whats that for," asks Elle.
"This case, its driving me crazy. I'm relying on one source, all my eggs in one basket, he's all I've got and its not going well. Its up to me to find a way to break him."
"And you will. How are things with Medina and Saxe?"
It doesn't slip by her that Angie just made a perfect blunder DEA but she doesn't draw attention to it.
"So, what about you?"
"No you're not."
Elle looks up from the glass with sad green eyes, "I'm trying to be; I thought by now it would be different, but its not, so far. I can't seem to move from this woe is me shit. I just can't forget ..." Sudden prisms of colors reflect off Angie's neck onto the wall and the crystal glasses they're drinking from become a color board. "Where in the hell did you get that?"
She can't fool Elle she was raised amongst jewelry like this probably played dress up with Barbie dolls in this kind of stuff on the upper east side. Unlike Nomar, she knows the real thing this can't be passed off as a fake.
Angie nods slowly, tops off their glasses, "I can't catch my breath, he's mesmerized me, taken us by storm just like in eighth grade. He presses the right buttons." She goes on in more detail about the last few days sequestering themselves naked to make love.
"He makes me happy its only been a short time, I know... but....It wasn't just nostalgia when we were together .. its everything... he treats me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him, and nothing else matters."
This is new, Elle hasn't socialized in this month for three years, not only that, she hates shopping
As you probably guessed by now my favorite romantic themes are repressed love, or/and unrequited love. I'm also interested in men who are in love with the woman they are pursuing but not aggressive where it would be categorized as threatening stalkerish... Again I can't emphasize enough this is not an Elizabeth Webber as in General Hospital.