Who: Stella and Crowley What: Late dinner Where: Italian restaurant When: Late Thursday Warnings: ...Will update if necessary Status: Closed
Crowley was amused by the girl called Stella. She was sassy, and sassy could be tons of fun. He'd enjoyed their conversation earlier in the day, and couldn't resist temptation when she posted on the network later in the evening. She proved to be just as sassy (and perhaps more intriguing) the second time around.
He was looking forward to meeting her in person. He intended to either join her at the restaurant, or take her food from the restaurant if she refused his offer to eat with her. He was kind of glad she'd finally relented; she'd sassed him about inviting himself to eat with her, he could only imagine the scathing comments he'd get if he showed up at her door unannounced.
Although that would be fun, and now that he had the idea in his head he would probably do it at some point. Tonight, however, they were meeting at a restaurant. He arrived before her, naturally because he merely had to think himself there and there he was. He hovered near the door, waiting for her.
"Stella, I presume," he said as she approached. She wasn't necessarily conventionally pretty, but Crowley didn't care about that. She was gorgeous to him because she had, from what he had seen, a beautiful personality. He was looking forward to getting to know her better.