Chapter 6

Angie was avoiding Neal's gaze as he continued to apologize, "I wasn't trying to keep you in dark."

Angie breathed deeply before she, "Will you be honest with me if you I ask you something?" Angie looked at her plate.

Neal thought about her words but decided to say, "Yes".

"Why do you steal?"

There was a moment of silence but Angie managed to look at him. It was a mild and concern gaze.

"I guess it is my way to live life."

Neal was stunned when Angie smiled briefly and said, "Do you want desert?"

"That's it?"

"My father taught me once that there are few people in this world that will be honest enough to tell to their fault." Angie said as she took the last bite of her food. "I think you are one of them. The rest is your story"

Neal laughed briefly, "I have never met anyone who was able to stun me like this."

"I like to be the first."

The evening went on as it would have if he had never said anything. Neal wanted to know more and more about Angie, and she tried to know more about Neal. Nothing seemed to bother them. Peter and Elizabeth left before them but it was clear that they both wanted to stay. However, it was Angie's turn to confess when they walked out of the restaurant.

"A few weeks back, I found this little girl. She lived with me for some while and I..."

"decided to adopt her."

Angie was stunned, "How did you know that?"

"I work for the FBI, and your friend speaks very loudly. And I was there when she stole the pastry."

Angie began to laugh, "So you knew all along? Lisa kept telling me that I shouldn't tell you yet."

"Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Of course not."

"How did you make such a big decision so quickly?"

Angie smiled, "I believe that there are certain things in life which are just right, and when these things happen, we jut know. That was how I felt with Daisy. My father adopted me in a haste too, and I thought that it must have been how dad felt."

"Are you close with your dad?"

"Was. He passed away when I turned eight. After that I never felt at home again. My mother and siblings were not that fond of me."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess they felt that I was claiming their pain. They lost someone, and they thought that my grief was false."

"But you forgive them?"

Angie smile faded, "I can't say I do."

Neal was stunned again. "You seem to have."

"No I have found some explanations but I can't forgive them. I was eight. I had lost my father, the only one I truly thought loved me. I thought I would never be loved again. My biological parent abandoned me when I was a baby but I didn't care about them. For me, dad was my only parent. I am not so good with forgiveness."

"I thought you would be."

"Nothing is given."

"Tell me more about you."

"Isn't that what I have been doing all day? It is your turn now."

"I am just a con man that got caught and is now doing time."

"Nothing is that simple. How did you get caught?"

Neal smiled but remained silent. Angie smiled, "okay, I will put that in the classified file."

"That's it? You are giving up already."

Angie merely smiled and continued, "let me ask you something more simple, and I have the right to know this."

"Alright", Neal smiled.

"Why did you ask me out?" Angie was looking at her hands and her smile seemed to fade.

"Shouldn't I have? I thought we were having a good time."

"That's not what I mean. I don't think I am your type. I know that."

"Nothing is given." Neal smiled and Angie laughed heartily. Neal and Angie walked until they reached Angie's apartment which luckily was only some blocks away from the cafe. She stood by the door for a while and played with her keys. She was blushing but tried to hide it. Neal stepped closer to her and she looked up. "I had a wonderful time." She said nervously.

"Me too", Neal said and took another step closer to her.

Neal was about to lean forward but his phone rang. It was obvious that he thought about letting it ring but when he looked on the screen, his expression told that he had to. The screen showed Mozzie.