Angelina couldn't help the dark blush that rose over her skin as he stared at her, but it wasn't in an embarrassed way. Really, it was just what she was going for. Something to blow him a way, knock his socks off, however one wanted to put it. And if she was accurate in his reaction, she had managed to do just that. And honestly? That excited the hell out of her. She didn't understand why but she had this deep seated desire to impress and please Adrian in any way she could, but most importantly she just wanted to put a smile on his face and have him want to be around her. So far it seemed she was succeeding, and she was more than flattered at his staring and his stuttering response. It was adorable, and it made the butterflies in her stomach riot in a way that took her breath away.
"Thank you," she finally managed to get out, walking over to him and the chair he was holding out for her. Leaning in she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, pulling back to smile at him before sitting down and looking at the place setting and the candles and well... basically everything before her and around her. Adrian had sort of went all out. "This is better than any fancy restaurant I could think of on the outside," she mused with a smile playing on her lips, truly meaning it as well. They could have been anywhere though, really, and it would have been the best place to be, the best date ever. And why was that the case? Easy. Adrian was there.
In the last week, Angie had come to realize that what she felt for the man at this point extended a bit beyond the realm of casual liking. She wanted to spend more and more time with him, she wanted to hold his hand and play stupid games with him. She wanted to come to his room at night and snuggle up with him when her day had been shitty, when she felt unhappy and full of anxiety, because even without trying he had the uncanny ability to calm her tension and nerves. In short, Angelina cared about him. She cared about him a whole hell of a lot.
"I'm always hungry, let's be honest here. And mmm! Wine> How did you manage that one, Adrian? I'll be honest, that's one of the few things I haven't drank a lot of. It's delicious, but I couldn't tell you the difference between a good and bad wine," she admitted with a small chuckle. When he was finally seated across from her, Angie leaned forward on her hands, giving him a dream like smile.
"I have to admit," she began once he was settled in, "I was excited to get your note. It feels like too long since I've seen you anyway. But maybe that's just me and my selfish desire to monopolize you every minute your time will allow."