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You listen to the fake bustling of the restaurant, nervously looking around as you wait for Angel to show up.
Was it really okay for you to just show up like this? I mean...Wasn't it like...basically his house? Although, now that you think about it, is the restaurant just another part of him? He seemed to just be able to change the whole feel of it, and sometimes, if you looked closely, you could see the decorations changing based on what or how he was feeling.
You had never asked about...him. What he was. You were thankful enough he had spared you, graciously giving up a meal in return for your presence, after you had practically begged him with teary eyes to let you live. To just let you go.
But even after almost having been killed by Angel, you couldn't help but want to learn more about him. After the shock and fear had died down, you had gone home and sat there, wondering just how your new partner had seen the world.
Angel considered love to be "human." Something that weakened them, making them seem softer and more vulnerable, yet weren't you proof that he himself had the ability to love?
*Maybe he had trouble coming to terms with that*, you considered. When you had let tears slip, unable to stop the fear from showing on your face, he had mentioned love feeling frustrating—
Your thoughts were abruptly cut short by someone tapping your shoulder.
"Sweetie ! What a nice surprise !"
Ah. He's here now.
"Um, yeah! I missed you, so I thought I'd pay you a visit. I hope I'm not intruding?"
You winced upon hearing yourself. You sounded pathetic. But, still, if he was busy, you always could just leave. And maybe it was for the better anyways, surely Angel had better things to do. Like...Work. Wait, did he even have a job?
"Actually...Angel, I was wondering."
Well, if you're gonna be dating him (which, surprisingly, you’ve been for the past month) you might as well use now to get to know him.
Angel tilted his head, which you took as a sign to continue.
"Do you.. like, have a job? When I asked you about what you do in your free time, you said you just liked eating, but, what else do you do?”
He considered your question. One of his clawed hands moved to rest on the table as he sat down opposite to you. It’s similar to how he did on your first date.
You hated how you still found his mannerisms endearing. The way he rested his face in his hand, the way he flushed red when complimented, even the way his uncharacteristically sharp teeth poked through his lips.
Did they hurt him? They had to have when he was in this form, right? The brunette didn't have lips in his natural form. Or at least, you didn't *see* any when he had presented himself to you.
"No, not really. What would I even use the money for, silly? Unless you count finding food as a full time job, then..."
Ah, you really didn't want to hear about his cannibalistic tendencies.
"Yeah...Yeah, that makes sense."
Angel stared at you for a second, when his lips suddenly curled into a smile, exposing more of his canines.
"Aww, sweetie, are you curious about me?"
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. The teasing voice you loved somehow echoed through the room, despite how many people there were. How many people there weren't? I mean, they are fake, right? Just illusions?
The questions swirled around in your head, things you never considered yourself able to ask before. But if Angel would answer that one, is it safe to assume he would answer the rest? What if you asked something that made him uncomfortable? Wouldn't that be dangerous? If he got bored of you, you knew what would happen.
...Maybe it was better to leave some things unanswered. You’ll stick to small talk for now.
"How are you?" Copying his mannerisms, you tilted your head like a confused puppy.
And, just like he had done the first day you’d asked about him, you watched as Angel's shoulders stiffened. An awkward expression was now visible on his face, and his didn't quite meet your gaze.
"...I'm good! How's my sweetheart doing? You know, you get impossibly cuter every time I see you!"
Your face flushed at his compliment. Angel had toned down the near-constant flirting after he had gotten used to your presence, but you couldn't help feeling embarrassed by his not subtle change of subject.
"Um..Thank you. Anyways, what I was really wondering was if you maybe wanted to go to the park or something? We could go to a new food stand?"
When he nodded, you packed up your stuff, smiling when he took your hand.
Maybe you didn't need to understand him to enjoy having him around. It's not like he really seemed to understand himself, anyways.