Wait
Post "Tony and Angela's First Date"
It felt warm and comfortable to wrap his arms around Angela on the couch, with the sound of the Marx Brothers on the TV. The delightful scent of her shampoo ticked his nose, even more when she leaned her head on his shoulder.
It would be so easy to press his lips to hers. So natural.
But Tony knew he had to wait. He'd never seen Angela so angry as she'd been earlier tonight. At that stupid comedian who'd made fun of their relationship, of course, but more importantly at Tony. He'd only just managed to convince her that he'd not asked her out because of pity.
And he felt unworthy of her companionship tonight thanks to making her so upset. He couldn't believe she offered to watch television with him, and one of his favorite shows at that.
So, he couldn't kiss her. Not tonight. Inhaling the scent of her shampoo was enough.
"Do you think we might go out again?" Angela's voice asked, through the haze of the Marx Brothers antics and the overpowering aroma of her beautiful locks.
"Maybe," Tony said trying not to attach his lips to hers. "But let's not call them 'dates.'
They needed to wait for dates, as tonight made clear. Going out as friends was enough.