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*fico = cuntAngel had sent Gloria home ten minutes prior to when Thomas knocked on her door. She'd told her all about Damon, how he made her feel, all that happened. Gloria had only pestered her about how she should've just kissed him, gotten the awkward part out of the way. But, nothing seemed to be awkward when Angel was with Damon. It all felt so easy for some reason, and she liked that about him. He made everything so much easier, yet she barely knew the man.
The knocking on her front door forced her out of her dazed state. She stood from her couch, turning the TV off and walking to the door. She looked through the peep hole in hopes that it was Damon, but she was met with the face of Thomas Kline instead. Don't get Angel wrong, she liked Thomas. She just didn't see it worthy to pursue anything with him at the moment. If things didn't work out with Damon, she would consider it, but she didn't see him the way she saw Damon at the moment.
"Thomas, what brings you to my apartment?" Angel asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Well, I thought I could show you a nice breakfast place on Main Street. Has great bacon, pancakes, eggs. It's exceptional. Would you like to join me?" he asked, extending a hand to Angel. She opened her mouth slightly to respond, but nothing came out.
"You said, hm, pancakes?" she asked. He nodded once, Angel considering it for a moment. She glanced to the clock on her left that said 9:45. "I... Sure. Give me a few minutes." She shut the door again, going to her room and grabbing a pair of pants from her closet. Which was a pair of black and grey plaid pants with a long sleeves black shirt. She grabbed tennis shoes and pulled them on, then checked her hair in the mirror. She finally walked out and opened the door again to see Thomas was smiling already. He held out his arm for her to lock with his, which she did happily. It was her time to test Thomas Kline.
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Damon watched in agony from across the restaurant while Thomas and Angel talked. She would laugh, and Damon would start listening in after spacing out for the millionth time. He would get bored with hearing Thomas talk, and then he'd heard Angel and he'd regain all his senses.
He sighed again as Thomas continued talking, but he could sense that Angel was getting annoyed, too. She would try to put in at least a word, and at this point was faking her laugh. It brought Damon joy to know he wasn't completely insane. Then, what Thomas said next made him really perk up.
"I heard from, uh, Donovan at the bank yesterday that you were giving him a hard time," Thomas started, making both Angel and Damon sit up. Was this it? Was this why he wanted her to eat breakfast with him? So he could tell her off about looking out for herself? Or maybe he knew about Damon and wanted to get him out of the picture. "A piece of advice, Angel, if you want to get things done, let it happen on their conditions instead of yours. It'll be easier and less frustrating that way." Angel sat up slowly, immediately knowing her judgement's on him.
"'Their conditions'?" she asked.
"Yeah, I mean, women should still be staying at home. That's, actually... Wow, this is embarrassing. It's why I wanted you to come to breakfast with me," Thomas admitted to her, looking up and flashing her a smile. "I want you to come stay with me for a bit, be more of a housewife, maybe have some fun." Angel's mouth hung open at his words, and she breathed out a laugh at his offer.
"A stay at home wife?" she asked. Angel scoffed, then pulled her coat up her arms. "Thank you for breakfast and the... pathetic stories." She stood from her chair, Thomas watching her with a smile. "Good luck finding your stay at home wife, fico." She walked out of the restaurant quickly, already fuming with anger. Damon stood from his spot, already knowing where she was heading. He took a different way back to his house, sprinting there to get back before Angel could get there and before Stefan could do any serious damage.
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