A/N:
OMG, I'm so sorry to keep this on hiatus! So much happened with so little time to explain. In a nutshell, my muse left me for a very long time, leaving me to a lonely, desolate existence. I had to apply myself to the real world (i.e. work, a boyfriend who later broke up with me, moving, and more work). After some attempts from my muse (old or new, I can't tell) I'm back to writing, and hopefully will finish this little story.
As always, Sky High is so not mine, though I wish Warren was keeping my New England winters warm with me...
Angi smiled warmly as the last of the honor society members left the paper lantern. She had opted to stay behind by herself to clean up, acting as if she was all concerned for her friends' sleeping habits and whatnot, but mostly wanting some time with Warren without having fifty people around her. She turned to help him clear up the plates, choosing a table near his. He looked up at her and smiled, shaking his head.
"You don't need to do that. I can get it, miss." Angi smirked and shook her head as she picked up the plates and put it in his basin, sticking her chin out defiantly as her eyes twinkled. "It's Angelys. Angi, for short. And I helped contribute to this mess, I should help you clean it up."
He chuckled and nodded. The girl had spunk. He liked that about her. "Alright, Angi. I'm Warren. We're in Music Appreciation together, I think."
Angi laughed and picked up some glasses, placing them gently in his tub. "Yeah, we are, Warren. I get to sit behind you and hear you sigh during Mozart, and shift in your seat during Chopin." He grimaced and scratched the back of his neck while she laughed. "It's okay, Warren. Not everyone likes classical music, but Ruddiker always starts off with classical. It's supposed to pave the way into big band, ragtime, swing, and jazz. Of course the Gregorian chants are a pain to listen to, but what can you do?" She shrugged delicately, and he marveled at the way her shoulders moved. She looked so delicate, fragile, but she had that strength about her.
He nodded, as if he were listening, but he was really admiring how her blouse fit and how snug those pants were on her hips. His fingers flexed lightly as he watched her. He wanted to touch her, wanted to kiss her. But how was he going to do that without looking like some jerk, or total horndog? Suddenly a rapid smattering of Chinese snapped his mind back to the subject at hand and he blinked. He realized Mrs. Xiang was telling him to hurry up so they could close up. He called back a quick reply letting her know he was almost done, then gave Angi an apologetic look.
"Sorry. She's always like that, and we're not used to such huge functions. There's still the dishes and the cleaning up to do. You can leave those there, I can get them."
Angi shook her head and finished up the table she was working on. She had been a waitress at the dinner theatre where her mother worked, so she knew the score. "I got this, don't worry about it. This isn't my first post-party clean up." He smirked at that, and it was her turn to blush and stammer. "I... I mean, I used to be a waitress in high school, so I know how to bus tables." He nodded and went back to his task, the two of them making short work of the clean up. He smiled at her. She nearly melted. The man had one of those disarming smiles. How on earth was she going to do this? Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about it after all, because he stood beside her, shuffled his feet, then blurted out,
"Do you want to get some coffee or something?" Angi looked up, surprised, and grinned.
"Do you need to stay up that badly?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Sorry... I mean, do you want to go out sometime? Maybe a coffee or.. a meal or something? Maybe tomorrow night?"
Angi blushed, but she nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that. Tomorrow, eight o'clock? Maybe grab some dinner at Ciccolini's?" He nodded, his smile suddenly turning shy, which made him all the more endearing. "Yeah, that'd be cool. I'll pick you up at the Student Center?" Angi shook her head and walked over to her table where her clutch purse lay on the seat. She opened it, pulled out a pen and a small personal information card. It was about the size of a business card, but instead of her occupation and title it just had her cell phone number, her address, her e-mail address and her name. She handed it to him, slipping it into the pocket of his stained white apron. "Here's my address. Pick me up at my place? If you need directions, my phone number is on the card."
She winked at him, then moved to head out. She paused at the door, and gave him a flirty smile over her shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Warren." He watched her go, admiring the way her body moved. How had she managed to get one over on him? Wasn't he the one asking her out? How did she plan exactly how it would happen? Hey, who cared? He had a date with the Angel of Music tomorrow. He whistled as he finished the clean up. Not even Mrs. Xiang could spoil his good mood.
Angi let out a sigh of relief as she sagged against the wall of the Paper Lantern. Now... how to keep him? And what's more? How to keep him from finding out?
Warren pulled up in front of Angi's apartment building on his red Suzuki GS500 motorcycle, powering down the motor as he pulled out his phone to call her. Luckily, she had been keeping an eye out for him and he didn't need to call. He did, however, need to remember to breathe. She was wearing a short black skirt with a ruffle at the hem and a light purple halter top. And the sexiest black sandals he had ever seen. They made her legs look like they went on forever. Her curls hung like a waterfall down to mid-back. She paused beside his bike and raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe I should have worn pants." He grinned and reached into his backpack to pull out a red helmet and held it out to her. "I think you look perfect." His voice was muffled inside his black and red flame helmet. She couldn't see his blush, but he could see hers. Nodding, she pulled on the helmet and settled herself behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist. He sped off, relishing the feel of her arms around him. They felt warm, sure, but seemed to tremble slightly as he sped up. He felt her hold on tighter and grinned beneath his helmet.
Unfortunately every good ride must come to an end, and soon enough they pulled into a parking space in front of Ciccolini's Pizzeria. Angi pulled off her helmet but didn't get off the bike, her body still pressed lightly against his. He grinned as he noticed, carefully taking off his helmet so as not to hit her in the face. Standing, he moved off the bike, then held a hand out to help her. Taking it with a slight blush, Angi dismounted, tucking her helmet under her arm. Her flush only deepened when he brought her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over them lightly. His lips felt warm, but her whole body felt like he had just lit it on fire. The whole thing left her breathless as she followed him into the restaurant.
