Author Notes: Please R & R!
Angela awoke the next day. A blanket had been pulled over her. She pushed it off to stand up, stretching her long legs. She looked around the Stella, no one was wake but her. She pulled of the hoodie, discarding it on the seat. She searched its pockets; all she had was a ball of lint. She grumbled smacking her head: She had lost her camera!
She jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. She turned around, relived to find Scip standing there with a triumphed smile. She noticed the large sack in his hands. She frowned at him. Scip looked confused at this. "What is wrong? " He asked his accent ringing in her ears again. "Nothing… " She lied. "I'm going for a walk. " She muttered, only to be blocked.
"You'll get lost again. " Scip muttered stoping her from getting through the door. "You can't keep me locked up in here! " Angela pointed out, folding her arms. "And you can't be here all the time to make sure I stay. " She growled trying to push past him again. "Well I'm sorry but your not leaving until we find your parents. " He said as if he was a parent too.
"You're not my dad! You can't control me. "Angela said pushing on his broad chest. He just wouldn't budge. She stepped back a foot and folded her arms. "Let me go! " Scip shook his head and pulled off the mask. They stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity, not one of them budged.
"You're really tense yah know? " Angela said. Maybe she could distract him, and escape. Scip raised his eye brow. "So. Thieving is a very physical job. " He pointed out, folding his arms. "Want a massage? "