[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.]
meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;