"Gill?" Elli asked warningly. The young man looked up to see Elli, her face fuming. His entire body froze, for he knew that he'd been found out. Of course he was; Elli was right by the phone when Angela asked, listening intently. "Do you have anything to say for yourself? I thought you liked her! You never go back on your word, Gilly. What happened?" Gill's breath was quickening.

"Well…I was under pressure, and I knew you were there, and I was nervous, and…and…" He hung his head in embarrassment and guilt. Elli's expression softened and she patted his head. "What do I do? She probably hates me now." Gill rested his chin in his hands, saddened. She was ready to give him a bit of a tongue lashing, but his face was too pitiful to scold. Angela could never hate him. Elli could at least tell him that.

"Gill, I can assure you that she doesn't hate you. But she is pretty angry. You should've seen how much she was shaking when she talked to you on the phone." Gill sighed heavily and let his head clunk on the table. "You need help, right?" He nodded slowly. "Well, wait until she gets better, and get her some flowers or something. Or you could just say sorry and give her a big hug; I'm sure she would like it." Gill gave her a nervous and pleading look, hoping there was an easier way.

Angela was on her tenth tissue and second bowl of ice cream when Elli walked in. At the tragic scene, she looked at Angela empathetically. Without words, she pulled the lovesick girl into a hug and stroked her back as she cried into her dress. Elli would have to clean the snot off later. She watched as Angela's body heaved in utter heartbreak.

"He... he hates me, right? I knew it all along; I shouldn't have asked in the first place." Elli let out a whispered laugh and shook her head as she remembered Gill's nearly identical words. "What's so funny?"

"It's just that...Gill said that same thing when I went to give him a piece of my mind. He feels really bad about saying that, Angie. He doesn't hate you at all. He feels exactly the opposite, honey." Angela pulled her head from Elli's shoulder and looked at her with a questioning look in her eyes. "Actually…I think he likes you a lot. Our Gilly talks about you all the time, to the point of driving me insane. You need to talk to him face-to-face."

Before Elli had another chance to speak, Angela was pulling on a sweater and tying up her shoes. Sure, she wasn't properly dressed, but sweat pants and a t shirt were good enough. Her outfit was interesting, to say the least. Face still stained with tears, Angela ran as fast as her sick body allowed her to. A certain stressed looking chef leaned against the wall of the inn, probably on break. He preferred to eat alone, without the shouts and loud laughter inside. His exhausted expression chance as he saw Angela buzz past him.

"Angela! What the hell are you doing, running so fast? Aren't you sick?" She skidded to a stop to talk to Chase. "And you've been crying! Did something…or somebody get to you?" he said quietly as he walked closer to her. She nodded as a few more tears fell from eyes. Chase fidgeted and pulled a clean napkin from his pocket and shoved it into her hand. "If you need it. I won't interfere." Angela dabbed her face, mumbled a word of gratitude, and walked quickly to the Town Hall.

She startled the crestfallen Gill sitting at his desk, head still in his hands. He leaned forward to see her reddened eyes and puffy pink bags below them. It didn't take him long to realize that she had been crying. Angela's sore body slid down the wall into a sitting position. Gill quickly removed himself from his chair to kneel in front of her. He put a hand on her damp cheek and used the other to grab her hand.

"This is because of what I said, isn't it?" Gill asked gently and shifted his eyes guiltily as she nodded. "I'm…really, really, really sorry." He wiped a stray tear with his thumb before pulling her into a warm hug. "I mean it."