Gilbert's POV

　　Beautiful eyes.

　　I seemed to forget all the problems I faced when I looked into Angie's eyes.

　　She was more intriguing than Jenny, who was a witch. Ironic.

　　"Sorry," said Angie. Our positions changed as the silence disappeared.

　　"Watch your step, Angie. Just wait on the big rock, let me fetch the water for you."

　　Angie nodded. She didn't give a sentence response. Was she mad at me for staring at each other ...