Next morning, Angel woke up in her hotel room, hyped up as last nights events rushed through her head.
She jumped out of bed silently not wanted to wake up Sam and Rose. Since she was rooming with them, she didn't wanna feel like she's intruding on anyone, but that's how the bookings were.
She glanced at the clock, it was still 6:30. Well to late to go back to sleep now. She grabbed her stuff and entered the bathroom to shower, hoping the warm water would take November's coolness away.
Dressing in a Baby-Blue shirt that had little stars in the corner, paired with a pair of jeans and her blue converse, she combed her hair as she put it in a cheerleader ponytail with a braid going on the side of her head, slipping her phone and wallet in her pocket, she was good to go, exploring.
Sneaking out of the room and gently closing the door, she broke into a sprint to the elevator.
'too many buttons' Angel thought to herself as she closed her eyes and picked one.
wait till 7 to go to eat, she mentally ticked off, giving her roughly 30 min to find the kitchen. Just her luck, she pressed loby.
The elevator 'dinged', she walked away from it, walking to the food area. Once their all the glorious rounded tables with white cloths and different center pieces, she walked past them to a corner.
Her hotel experiences might be little, but her time in the wedding industries taught her well. The kitchen was near, behind the steel doors, she pushed through the doors and yes, she was right.
White tiled walls and various steel kitchen appliances, Angel walked to the guy with a chef hat, most likely the main-chef. Now as for why Angel was stalking the kitchen, she just wanted to.
"hey, chef" Angel said walking up to the chef in the tall hat who was stirring some sort of dessert, as she could tell from the smell.
"and you are" he said in his heavely accented voice, barley looking up to see her.
Angel smile fell at his rudeness "sorry, was going to ask if you needed new recipes, my mistake" Angel huffed attempting to walk away
he merely shrugged as she walked away.
"you have the heat up too high" angel called over her shoulder, then glanced at him miserably failing to control the dessert as it spilt all over the oven.
okay, that did not go according to plan, no way Angel was going to eat something this guy made.
she jogged out of the kitchen and the lobby itself, walking out of the street feeling the cold breeze. Maybe she should have bothered with a jacket, she mused.
'Oh well, a little jog around to find a coffee shop or something wouldn't hurt', she mentally said, getting off in a sprint.
Upon finding a cozy looking coffee house across the street, she entered as a dangling charm made a chime, signaling her arrival.
She quickly got behind the non-existing line. "Mornin, a Cappuccino and a cinnamon roll, please" she said as the man quickly made his way back to make her drink. She had a soft spot for warm milk in the mornings.
Angel scanned the tables with her hazel eyes, landing on a familiar blond-browinsh hair.
she smirked to herself as she clasped her hands over his eyes. Well after she checked no one was sitting with him, of course.
"who?" he simply said, getting slightly startled.
"aw, you didn't even guess" Angel said, removing her hands from his blue eyes.
"well, good morning to you too, Angel" Mike chirped.
"Mornin, mind if I sit?" she motioned to the chair across of him, he nodded.
"bright and early, I see" he mused.
"I am a morning person, just not always" Angel commented rolling her hazel eyes.
"you look diffrant" he noted
"must be the eyeliner" Angel motioned to her eyes again.
"its better" he smiled, sipping his drink.
'Ahem' someone cleared their throat from behind the duo, the waiter, clearly a teen, handed Angel her drink and cinnamon roll sending her a wink.
Angel rolled her eyes, 'waiters in this city are so shameless!' She thought.
Apparently Mike had other plans in mind, he placed his hands over Angels' and said "Is that's all, dear?"
Angel sat their dumb folded for a second, glancing at mike's Blue orbs, then the waiter. Then her mind worked out what he was aiming at.
"yup, that's all" she winked at Mike, then looked over at the waiter "aren't you going to..you know, hand them to me?" she asked at the bewildered boy who quickly placed them and stormed away.
"must be something in the water" Angel muttered, not bothering from removing her hand from his, it was freezing anyways a nice little warmth wouldnt hurt.
" do I have anything to apologize for?" Mike asked and removed his hand from hers.
She immediately felt something missing, Angel shook her head, and her hands clasped the hot drink.
"Nope, probably will stop him from slipping me his number though" Angel answered after taking a long sip.
"I see that happened to you before?" he raised his eyebrows in anticipation.
"where were you last night when that happened" Angel huffed.
Something passed on Mike's expreation, but quickly disappearing as fast as it came, returning to his normal mood "you told me off remember"
"hmm..?" she answered, looking of her cinnamon roll to him for a second.
both of them continued their breakfast silently commenting every few minutes . When they were done, they split the money in half after a long vocal argument.
He shoved his hands into his pocket as the cold breeze wrapped itself around them.
"are you going to stay standing their, dreariest Angel?"
"shut up pretty boy" Angel huffed, walking by his side
"aw, you think I'm pretty?" he said, his tone teasing
"Maybe," Angel mockingly slapped his shoulder and stalked by him.
He realized that she was actually bothered, and jogged after her.
"Angel" he said no answer
"Angell" no answer again
"you cant ignore me forever" he noted
"I can and I might" she answered still walking forward.
he sighed and grabbed her wrist turning her back, with her coming face-to-chest to him
to surprised her.
Well, she never though he would do that. Glancing up her breath hitched.
"I'm not really mad" Angel whispered
Mike glanced at her for a moment, big mistake, she twisted her arm, catching his arm behind his back.
"whoopsis" angel said,
"oh no you don't" Mike teased, letting go then following her the lobby as she childishly laughed.