At first, it didn't seem as though Annie had heard him. Perhaps she hadn't in the understood sense of the word, either, because for a few moments following his question she kept right on scrawling large lines of red around the stick figure she'd drawn beside other stick figure with the strange looking hand. As she made her last mark with the red crayon, however, she finally looked up at Angel with a virtually blank expression on her face.
Her eyes studied his, unblinking and scrutinizing him down to what seemed like his very soul. Then her lips curled into a partial smile and she glanced sideways at some of the flowers carrying the tune.
The song abruptly changed from the Big Band era to a different tune entirely. It was a waltz, building tempo as it went, the sound growing until it seemed to fill the entire garden if not the hotel itself. Slowly Annie looked back to Angel, grin going from a knowing one to almost impish in comparison.