Angel hadn't been able to find either his wallet or his credit card anywhere upstairs. Not anywhere he usually kept it, not inside the pocket of a coat, or anything. Which meant either he'd left it down in the lobby somewhere, probably behind the desk, or in the office. Or it was stolen.
Why did I let Cordelia convince me to get one of those? It wasn't like it wasn't a useful thing to have. He'd worked hard to exist properly in officialdom now that he had Connor to take care of. His son was going to have as normal a life as he could give him.
But still. When someoen stole some money from your wallet, that's all they got. If they got your credit card…
He'd have to ask Cordelia if she'd seen it.
When he got downstairs, Cordelia was already behind the desk, on the computer. After a moment, he realized what it was that she had next to him. His wallet, his credit card out and resting atop of it.
"Cordelia, what are you doing with my -" he caught a look of the screen. Shoes. Lots of shoes.
"Buying shoes." Cordelia said in a chipper tone of voice, turning to flash him a smile.
"With my credit card?"
"It's not like you don't have the money to pay it off. Besides, you said I should do something that makes me feel better." Cordelia chuckled when she heard the stragled noise of frustration that briefly escaped his lips.
"This isn't what I meant!"