Angel snorts at that, crossing his arms. "You got that right. My life isn't some shitty musical. Charlie is just a little too cheerful for her own good sometimes. Making us do this stupid Secret Santa bullshit."

Catching Adder's eye, Angel flagged him down so they could place their orders and he disappeared once more into the kitchen. When they were alone again, a gentle expression melted across his face.

"But... if she hadn't insisted on it, I wouldn't have gotten to go out with you today. I've been having a wonderful time." Instant regret flooded him as those words left his mouth. That sounded sappy as shiiiiit. A flash of color flushed his cheeks as he tried to back peddle. "I-I mean, its good to get out to stretch my legs!"

As to emphasize his point he stretched out his long legs under the tabled which ended up brushing up against Alastor's in an accidental game of footsie.