Watching them kiss was like a trainwreck. It was absolutely fascinating and she had a hard time looking away. When she was able to place her attention elsewhere, she looked back up at Fred. "Tiny Fred liiiikes me." She was almost singing. Angelina was usually quite perceptive, and the color in her friend's face had not gone without notice. "Really, though, they're fantastic. They're amazing," she told him, patting him gently on the shoulder.
"I'm a bit jealous, though. It's been a while since anyone's kissed me like that," she mused. Before she could say anything else, a man stepped up to the kitchen side of the counter and placed two styrofoam trays in the area marked "Pick Up." When he called for them, Angie stood. "Let's get our food, then?"