Angelo walked to a house that looked like a warehouse and knocked on the door.
Palmer's eyes became complicated. Angelo seemed to be familiar with McCoy.
The door was soon opened but just a crack. There was a tall and thin figure inside the room.
"Who are you?" asked McCoy.
Hearing that, Angelo suddenly realized that she was not Angela anymore.
Oh, damn the old habit!
"I… I'm Angelo. I come to you for something. Can I come in?"
Angelo changed her casual tone and sounded quite polite.
"Angelo…" McCoy mumbled the name. There was a change in voice, sounding like he was missing something.
Next, the door was closed.
Angelo stayed, didn't understand what was going on. She had never been refused by him.
Just as she was about to knock again, the door was opened again. This time, it was not just a crack.
"Come in."