Having lived in Los Angeles for as long as she had, Cordelia also knew of some of L.A.'s best kept secrets. Including, of course, the very same small pizzeria. And while Cordelia would (and did) eat pizza from just about any source, after Peter had gotten his authentic New York pizza delivered, she had gotten a craving for an Antonio's House Special.
So, being the woman she was, she had decided to go by and pick up a slice for lunch one afternoon. She was out, gathering a few necessities for the Hyperion anyway, so she figured a little side venture wouldn't hurt anything and it was probably smart to eat before going to the grocery store anyway.
Parking her car around the corner since parking was an issue in this part of the city, Cordelia made her way in the direction of the delicious slices of cheese-baked heaven. Already her mouth was watering, already her stomach was growling, and as she rounded the corner toward her destination...
She spotted none other than Lindsey McDonald.
Hazel orbs narrowed and her hunger pains immediately re-manifested themselves into sharp stabs of anger that cut into her like a hot knife into butter. Part of her wanted to turn around and leave. Another part of her wanted to ignore him and continue forward to get her food. But the largest part of her wanted to walk directly up to him and smack him so hard that his flunkies at the Wolfram & Hart would feel it as well.
Fortunately for all involved, Cordelia opted for an altered version of the third, and largest, urge she had. She stalked closer, blending in easily with the crowd, and waited until his attention had fallen back to his food before making her presence known.
"Well, would you look at that. Just wait'll I tell Angel. Shopping, delicious pizza, and a rousing game of hire those goons around the corner to beat the hell out of the spineless lawyer. He is going to be so upset he missed this trip, let me tell you."