Angela watched him for a moment as he shrugged out of his jacket. In her own private thoughts she would admit to the tension between them. Sometimes she even let her mind wander on that thought. But it was only her mind. It was only something she thought about. Nothing could come of it. She was married, after all. And was happy... well, was happy once. She wasn't happy anymore, not really. She still loved Arthur... but he just wasn't available anymore, he made himself not available in fact.
Reaching out, Angela took the coat a bit timidly. She pulled it over her arms, smiling a bit. "Thank you. And yes, it could have been worse. I could have lost more of my clothes on those stairs." A bit of a flirtatious giggle and Angela turned back toward the fridge. She had been looking for something when Adam had startled her. And now she was just looking for an excuse to bend over. Her morals were wavering a bit.
"Are you hungry for something?" Angela poked around in the fridge a few more moments. She could feel his eyes on her. Thankfully the breeze of the fridge air was cooling her flushed face.