In the land of milk and honey, or 𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎, Angel Sage finds herself at a crossroads of love, hate and blue bills. When her first love returns home to see her, life as she knew it halts forever. Blood, sweat and tears are shed to fin...
"They said they're cleaning the table off now, girl." Grace returned to the waiting area in the front of the new restaurant, where Angel stood, gazing on in annoyance. She peered down at the four-inch Black Nova heels by Alexander Wang on her feet and nearly cursed herself for even wearing them.
To tell the truth, she was pretty much over the whole night. After Cassius didn't reply to her text, her excitement to be out of the house diminished, and her patience was following close behind it.
"I thought you knew the owner...?" She commented, slitting her eyes at her newfound acquaintance. Grace talked a good game about the new establishment that her friend had just opened, and how she would be next in line for a big spot. But from where she stood, it seemed like she was just talking a bunch of nothing.
Grace sighed, shaking her head as she looked in the direction of their reserved table, which was still cluttered with plates from the diners before. Every other table was taken, so the restaurant had to be good for something, just not service.
"I'm gon' try to call her again, I'll be back." The thicker friend strutted through the strong double doors of the building, absentmindedly brushing past the tall, strong frame of a man recognized by many but only known by one. He looked around the waiting area until he found who he was looking for, and diligently walked towards her, finally catching her line of sight.
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Wow. Angel thought. How am I supposed to move on? Her feelings were undeniable as she gazed over at him.
Cassius had on various shades of brown, wearing them in the form of a khaki trench coat, which framed a cream-colored button-up, with each open side graciously falling against the tattoos on his chest. His outfit was complete with some cool-toned, chocolate slacks and some Chucks, alongside small diamonds that made his ears bling, and Dior shades that laced his eyes as they set their attention on Angel.
"You look nice." She commented, standing sort of far from him. She had her arms crossed softly, the ends of the flared cuffs on her white button-down flowing over her wrists. The leather belt that held her black slacks against her waist caused the almost silken fabric to hug her petite curves in all the right places, and he did his best to keep himself from staring too long.
