Angel has always treated you differently than to others. There was just something about you that reminded him of something—or someone, but he couldn't quite point out what it was, so he often found himself staring, as if waiting for something to click in his mind.

You were attending small wounds on your body from your last mission. And there he was, Angel sitting on the corner, watching you intently. "Are you sure we haven't met before?" He questioned—for what must've been the hundredth time.