Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, feeling, power, harmony and heavy competition.
Roger and Angel were rarely seen talking to each other in public. Angel was too wrapped up in making out with Collins, giggling in Spanish with Mimi or making Mark blush. Roger was too wrapped up in making out with Mimi, bickering with Collins or making Mark blush. They didn't talk then. Not when Collins was around, not Mimi or Mark.
But they did talk. Roger took walks, and Angel would be on the same street beating her tub. He would stop and talk with her. She would walk to the loft after a fight with Collins and see him playing his Fender. She would cry as he would try his best to make her feel better. They weren't deep with each other, but they did have an immediate bond, because of their music. If Roger would ever idly play his guitar, Angel would subconsciously drum her fingers to a soft beat on a the table or her knee. They'd catch each other and laugh, but their beat didn't stop. Angel and Roger had their own beat. They had gone through a lot of the same things and expressed themselves the same way. Roger secretly loved Angel's voice. He remembered once when Angel had sung. Mark had complimented her, and Collins had been huffy all night. He didn't want to have sex with her, he just admired her. He was a bit jealous of her though. It had seemed like she had everything, even though he knew for a fact that she didn't.
Angel really did like Roger. He made Mimi happy, he made her happy. She thought he would hate her when they were introduced, but that wasn't the case. He fell in love with her, he really did. Anyone who could make Collins smile again was worth Roger's time.
Music.