Angelina smiled a genuine smile when Mystery Fellow laid out the blanket. She would have been perfectly content sitting on the sand, but she had brought it after all. And here he was, making a charming gesture on her behalf. Scooting onto the blanket, Angelina nodded her thanks. He was so... suave. The sort of guy she would have expected to meet somewhere foreign, not on an island full of her old school mates. It was fresh and new and exciting, and Angelina was beginning to feel giddy. Like she was on a vacation and meeting a guy she would never see again after a glorious week. Why didn't people keep up secret identities more often?
"What have you been eating?" Angelina had found herself eating less than she would at home. It was a combination of being forced to cook for herself, and not wanting to go into the grocery store. It was better now that Alicia was a cashier, but the twins worked there. "The fruit is from a couple trees near my bungalow." Reaching back for the basket, Angelina produced a near-full bottle of wine, and two glasses. "Best I could find in your current situation," Angelina said, referring to the fact the bar was smashed.
Smirking at the name 'Undisclosed', Angelina shrugged. "Well, anything you like. It was the first thing that came to my mind, honestly. I'm not attached to it. I guess that means you'll have to get to know me a bit more, if you're wanting something attuned to my personality." Angelina grinned, finding herself having no qualms opening up to this man. She could pretend to be anyone or anything she wanted. If he didn't like what he saw - she could change. Nothing would be set in stone, because there was no stone to set it in.