Angel still had had access to the suite at the Ritz for another couple of weeks, though I was sure that would vanish as soon as he got a fight scheduled and he flipped the script on Jessie and the Carellos.] Hopefully… I was skimming the New York ballet forums later than usual. Even though I should have gone to bed hours ago, I knew that finances were going to get bad soon, for both Angel and I. Room service was still being paid for too, so at least we wouldn’t starve while he trained and I tried to find some work that would further my career. We. Listen to me. Angel and I… Well, was there even an Angel and I? I liked to think there was, but he and I hadn’t discussed it. He acted like that wasn’t necessary, like it was simply unspoken that the two of us were in it until the Universe somehow managed to pull us apart. Angel was out on one of his runs, and even though he’d be back soon I figured it would do me some good to get out of the hotel for a while and walk down the street for some groceries.
