Angela was absolutely giddy about being with Gill. He was just as happy, but he tried to hide it, which he did badly. Before he had started to go out with Angela, he smiled very rarely. After their date, he would crack out into the smiles that had recently started to pop up more often. When he didn't see her for a while, he would panic, though he knew it was a bit over-protective of him. He couldn't help it; she seemed so frail. She'd come into town hall, sometimes covered in scrapes when she tripped over one of her tools and skidded along the ground. Gill would immediately leave his chair to nag her about being more careful and take her to the clinic, which she didn't like. She wasn't made of money.

"How many times have I told you to watch where you're going when you work? Honestly, you're going to get yourself killed." Gill complained while she pouted as she got her legs bandaged.

"Hey, how about I trip you and see how it feels? I'm a strong farmer with muscles, Gilly." She flexed her biceps and grinned smugly. He rolled his eyes when she jumped off the hospital cot and marched away. Out of routine, he followed her around on such occasions. Sometimes, Gill felt like he was taking care of an over-confident kid. Even though he would pretend to act annoyed to hide his caring side, he worried about her if he wasn't with her. Angela was just bound to break her leg if he wasn't there to watch her. Nevertheless, she would leave the clinic, happy as a clam to get back to work. If there was one person on this island that didn't get sick, it was Gill. Angela would tell him that it was from all the tomato juice he drank and they laughed.

"You know, if you didn't put yourself in danger all the time, you wouldn't get sick or hurt." He remarked as he grabbed Angela's hand to slow her down.

"But where's the adventure in that? I'd rather break a leg or two than file paperwork all day. You're such a workaholic, Gill. Ever thought of taking a vacation or something? You know, relax for more than a day," Angela retorted teasingly, swinging her hand that, at the moment, belonged to her boyfriend. "Or at least sleep in past five in the morning. Five-thirty doesn't count." He hadn't heard the word "vacation" in what seemed like years. It seemed almost foreign to him. And the last time he could remember waking up after five AM (he even woke up that early on Sundays) was four or five years ago. Angela poked at the bags under his eyes and his "inside-all-day pallor". She sighed at the look on his face, which seemed to be one of confusion. "At least take a nap outside or something…with a blanket of course!" She added after seeing his grimace. The words "sleep" and "outside" should never be in a sentence together in his opinion.

"But who would do my paperw…" He started, but was interrupted by Angela.

"Forget about it for a day, okay? Elli said she would do it for the rest of the day and tomorrow. After your much-needed nap, though, I need you to help me with something," she took a breath to spill her plan, "See, I'm trying to get Julius and Candace together. Julius is too stubborn, and Candace is too quiet. Come on, it'll be fun!" Gill sighed. Only Angela was able to coerce him into something ridiculous.

"Fine. But…will you cook something for me if I help?" It was strange, he had never asked people any questions that weren't about signing papers or paying loans. She clapped her hands a few times in excitement. After a brief silence, she made a motion with her hands to make him lean forward. Confused, he obeyed. He was rewarded by a short kiss on the lips, courtesy of Angela. Gill would never tire of her spontaneous hugs, kisses, or hand-grabbing. They still managed to make him blush, even the smallest of hugs.

"Yay! Okay, so here's the plan…"

A/N: Short chapter because I'm suffering from a case of writer's block, and more-so from being absolutely exhausted by school. Anyway, sorry for the long delay!