My Baby's Daddy

Angela handed her teacup to the man across from her. “Could you pour me another cup of tea?”

Richard lifted the old teapot and poured her another cup of tea.

Angela held the teacup in both hands to warm her hands before tasting the tea in small mouthfuls.

Richard’s lips curved into a barely perceptible smile as he stared at her with great interest.

Angela was drinking her tea when she looked up and saw the smiling eyes of the man across from her. Feeling embarrassed for a few seconds, she quickly put down her teacup and started to survey the place.

The restaurant could be described as simple and crude, but it had quite an old time feel to it. When the dishes were

finally served, Angela found that she hadn’t eaten such fresh and tasty food in ages. She picked up a piece of garlic bread and started to gorge herself without her usual grace.

across from her, Richard couldn’t help finding the sight of her eating amusing. He wasn’t that hungry, but being able to see her eating so happily put

in embarrassment, wishing that the ground would open and swallow her up. All she had eaten was a chicken stir-fry,

stood up and left to pay the

raining outside at this very moment. However, it was pitch-dark all around. As there weren’t any streetlamps here, many went around with the aid of

evening when they came. At this moment, however,

phone to illuminate their way back, taking her hand naturally in his. She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but she couldn’t; the man was holding her hand in a firm

go of me, okay? I can walk

aren’t smooth. It’s safer to let me take you by the

not necessary. My eyesight is

of a dog barking fiercely from an alley nearby. Frightened, she hurriedly hid on the other side of the man and clutched

anytime. When heard what she thought was the sound of

out his arm and took