ThePhantomofTheOpera
The Master of The Music of The Night
Angel smiled looking into her eyes. "I understand. I am a very patient man." He spoke then reached forwards and kissed her forehead once again. He pulled back and looked into her eyes once more. "Tomorrow night be ready at eight. I will pick you up." He smiled not mentioning what he had planned for the evening. She would have to trust him. He hasn't given her a reason not to so far. He smiled thinking of the future. He then started to back away to watch her reaction to his absence.