orangetoughguy | phone post

he doesn't want me. your neck is fine.

makes no sense to me but okay i'll take your word for it

men's egos never do. go to bed.

okay thanks for the tip

goodnight.

night angela

this is your weekly 'how are you holding up?' check-in service calling.

i'm doing okay

just okay or okay enough to accept a plate of food on thursday?

are you busy right now?

not really. why?

want to meet for a cup?

give me a minute to change out of my work clothes and sure. where?

your choice

[She's a little tired from pulling all sorts of overtime for the last couple of weeks in an attempt to ward of the ticking of an empty apartment, but the least Angela can do now that things are looking up with Brennan's return is take a moment out to have coffee with a friend. Picking the shop closest to her building, Angela's at a center booth, doodling all sorts of cakes and forest animals eating the treats on a thin napkin.]

[That shadow eclipsing part of her table takes a lean against the booth partition.]

Are you taking requests?

[Freddy's prompt and dressed for the weather, a true Californian in his thick jacket zipped up near to his neck. No it's not to hide the fading mark of a wound on one side but if the jacket does that he'll consider it a perk. Angela has keen eyes though.]

In exchange for rent money, hell yes.

[Angela puts the final touches on the piece, including her signature--A.P.G.M.--before glancing up at the lightblocker with a constantly running mouth. Her eyes go directly towards his neck, but indeed, the jacket covers up any sign of an attack. Still, she offers him a friendly smile.]

Hey you. I don't think they'll serve you a hot beverage if you're standing there.

[Cool cop eyes note the way she signs her work.]

You ain't makin' ends meet?

[It could be a joke on her part but he'll ask anyway. Then he slides in to take a seat opposite Angela.]

[It is a joke. She's in no danger of being booted out of anywhere, but Angela rolls with it.]

I'm doing fine as long as I stop buying shoes instead of food. Can't quite kick the Choo habit.

[The napkin's slid underneath a pepper shaker for safekeeping.]

How was your day?

[He may or may not regret this question.]

What's a Choo habit?

[As for a hot drink, he's definitely going for coffee and no he won't demand it be refilled six times. Freddy then clears his throat, gaze lowering to that napkin under the shaker.]

It's been okay. [Not really. He focuses on her face again.] Yours?

Jimmy Choo. Guy who makes orgasms for your feet.

[Answering him is done without a smart ass tone. Angela just simply explains it because she is talking to a man after all. He's not the first one she's had to explain the joy of designer shoes to.]

I work with idiots, but that's an every day thing even at home. [She shrugs.] I like them anyway.

[He listens to this orgasms for your feet thing and just...sort of nods...okay. Yep. That's Girl Talk to these ears.]

I guess it's endearing then? The workin' with idiots you like part. [Freddy smiles.]

[Well, he is talking to a girl.]

The paycheck helps too. [Glancing away at the waiter heading their way, Angela shifts, bringing one foot to rest on the seat.] What do you do? I never asked.

[To her, he is a man of many mysteries.]

Gotta keep on top of that rent.

[He laughs here before sipping his coffee, then out comes the pack of Marlboro Lights. Freddy can't go too long without them, and he talks around one unlit cigarette.]

Mechanic stuff. Bein' a grease monkey. [It's non-specific and the truth.]

[Still it surprises Angela that people smoke in public places here and that's why she raises an eyebrow at the stick between Freddy's lips. Not that the idea of smoking bothers her since she can't judge for what she used to do herself, it's just that living in a place where there's lockdown laws kind of get drilled into a person.

A side order of fries comes with her drink and Angela begins adding far too much sugar to her cup of coffee, with just as much ketchup on the plate.]

Now I know who to call when I need a tune-up.

[No, that is not a euphemism.]

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✏ TEXT | it takes a little while before he gets back to her

✏ TEXT | is he getting into trouble? lol

✏ TEXT | oh just a little 8(

✏ TEXT | how much is just a little, freddy?

✏ TEXT | he may tell Angela as a matter of fact!

✏ TEXT | sob

✏ TEXT | switch to action 8D?

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