"Now, what's going on in that little head of yours, Angel?" Alex asked with a smile, his mood lifting.

He had to hand it to her; she had a knack for both souring his mood and then turning it around in the blink of an eye.

She was like a coin flip, offering him a taste of both the bitter and the sweet all at once, and she always managed to nail it, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

"I'm just wondering if you're trying to poison me because you're not eating what I am," Alisha blurted out ...