Chapitre 27: DINNER DATE

I watched Gabriel's movement for a week. Every time I got the chance to see him, with or without Lucy, my eyes were like binoculars spying his actions. I felt like I was an agent on a mission. But of course, secretively. I don't want him speculating wrongly if ever he'd caught me eying him. 

But for the past week, I haven't noticed him acting bizarrely odd unlike the morning we had our first breakfast together. He was in his usual self, nothing peculiar and unconventional. He still seldom talks to me and he hardly ever gazes at me unless needed. There's nothing irregular with him, which made me question the thought that was playing inside my head.