For the third time that week, Angela came home to find dinner already on the table. Tonight’s selection was an Asian stir-fry with rice and noodles. Diego seemed to remember her fondness for carbs. She was irritated at how thoughtful he was being. She wanted to stay mad at him, but that was becoming harder each day.
After making her dinner that first night, he woke her up the next morning with breakfast in bed. He didn’t linger, just left the food and gave her space. That, more than anything, impressed her. Unlike Christian, who was known to hover, Diego knew that she needed to process and decompress in her own way. He didn’t try to force his presence on her. He wasn’t needy.
In fact, besides the food he made and the tiny notes he left her around the apartment, she didn’t see much of Diego anywhere. He left her alone, though she was sure he probably wasn’t too far away. Germaine would kill him if he thought he was giving Angela too much freedom.