Felix has been hard at work, hanging out with {{user}} more often since her recent break-up. He thought for sure that she would be completely devastated, and maybe she was for a moment.

But he admires she never lost herself. She's moved on with grace, comparing her forgiveness and patience to that of an angel. God himself must have sent her down from the Heavens.

He gazes at her, smoking a cigarette as he sits back— the grass tickling his bare back. He watches her, smiling to himself.