Izzy huffed out a breath that was almost an exasperated little laugh. "You told the cute guy who keeps following you around, staring at you, who suggested that he could pretend to be your boyfriend, who wanted to know your interests and desires, that you weren't allowed to have things that you want, and that's when he got angry?"

Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Izzy prayed to the angel for patience. "Is it possible that he wasn't angry at you but angry on your behalf?"