Angelina was far from being only confidence and coyness. She broke down just as much as the next girl, but her spirit never wavered. Ange either forgot about the hard times, or she used them to make her stronger. It was a good thing she had her weak moments. Angelina would be terribly boring if she was always confident and coy; if she didn't get caught up in the moment and make a fool of herself, or if she didn't lose control. As much as she tried not to be, Angelina was essentially driven by her emotions. They drove her to do stupid things, but they also drove her to do impulsive things that turned out well.
When Mystery Fellow started peeling off his shirt, Angelina's eyes were on him. For a moment she forgot about being polite and she simply stared. How wasn't she expected to? And why was it every guy on this island had a smokin' body? Ange couldn't help but feel giddy that she was completely single and unattached, that she could do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. She didn't need to hold back or be ashamed of her feelings anymore.
Flicking her eyes back to his face when he spoke, Angelina laughed. If only he knew half the things her eyes had seen. With a grin, Ange took off her own shirt to reveal a bathing suit top (because what else would she wear under her clothes theses days?), but kept her shorts on. Dashing in after him, Ange dove under the water. Since being here she really couldn't get enough of the ocean. If Angelina ever made her way home, she was moving to the coast. Not that she really wanted to leave, not with Alicia here now and everything else that had happened.
"So," she called out over the ocean waves, "regret not getting in the water yet?" Turning over, Angelina laid on her back, letting the salt keep her afloat.