Aidan followed her to a table near the window. That was always one of his favorite places to sit. He settled down across from her, still keeping an eye out for their order. What did the guy mean by project? What are you working on?" He smiled at her question. He absolutely loved art, and loved talking about it just as much so he was always glad when people asked abut it. "Art project" he stated, leaning back in his seat. "I always get an unhealthy amount of caffeine when I'm working on one" he admitted, feeling a little ashamed of his addiction. "I was actually on my way to the art supplies shop earlier, you know, when I kind of ruined your snack". He knew it wasn't entirely his fault. By the looks of it they were both pretty deep in thought when they crashed into each other. Maybe she would want to go with him to the shop. It wasn't the most exciting pass time, but anything that made it possible for them to spend a little more time together couldn't be too bad. Just being around her was exciting. He wouldn't lose anything by asking.
Casteel watched Abigail in amusement. It was bewildering how someone so clumsy could be good at dancing. so many things about this girl didn't make any sense, but he didn't entirely mind it, as they reached her destination, he saved her from crashing into unsuspecting pedestrians a few times then stopped as she did and turned to face her. "Dance studio, of course" he said with a slight nod of the head. As she looked up at him, all he could do was wonder. What was so different about this woman, and what was she doing to him? There was the possibility of it being a trap. The angels didn't exactly like the council, and they didn't care that Casteel didn't agree with their methods, because to be honest, he didn't care enough to try to stop them. But if that was the case... if Abigail was nothing more than a set up... then they'd have to try harder. He was the second most powerful god in the council. There was no possible way one single human girl would be able to take him down. "Well then it was a pleasure to meet you miss Abigail, and do be careful going up those steps" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pen. Then, taking one of her hands, he turned it over and scribbled something on her wrist. "I'll be staying near by, if you have any spare time..." he trailed off, leaving her to finish the sentence in her mind. With a simple smile and nod he turned and headed off in the opposite direction they came from.