Angela had thought the evening she had planned was going to be perfect. She had taken Fareeha to see a horror film, which Fareeha was bad with, so Angela spent a good hour-and-a-half blissfully feeling Fareeha cowering into her side. Afterwards they went to a fine restaurant to eat, and Fareeha forgot about ghosts and demons by listening to Angela tell her a story about the time Reinhardt lost his swim trunks when he jumped off a cliff into a lake.
"Your voice is beautiful" murmured Fareeha dreamily, with her chin nestled in her hands.
"Thank you", replied Angela. A mischievous smile danced on her lips. "You should hear it in the morning."
"Ok!" Fareeha's face lit up. "I can make breakfast! What time do you want me to come by? Is 8 ok?"
Angela slapped herself on the forehead