Gabriel POV
I wonder if I ever met her when I was a kid. I still remember I had a friend when I was a kid. I forget her face, but I remember she was so pretty back then, and she lived around here. But the memories are blurry. And we never reconnected when I moved to LA. In front of Isabella's house, we stop, and she looks at me, biting her lips. "Do you want to come in?" She asks softly. "It's a little messy because I'm still packing my stuff. But I'm sure you still can sit down," she laughs.
"Sure, Sweetness. I'll help you with packing. How about that?" It's not that late, and I still want to be with her. I like to spend my time with her, even when I have to help her pack. As long as I can be with her, count me in.
"Yaayy!" she beams. "I hate packing," she admits as if it were a crime
