Now that he was sitting across from her, she got a better look at his face. Absolutely flawless. And that was a lot coming from the angel. Now she was around breathtakingly beautiful people all the time, but she could stare at Aidan for hours. His brown hair seemed to settle right where it needed to be while also being messy. His eyes were bright and chocolate colored. Although his eye color was rather plain, it was full of wonder. She could practically see his soul from looking at them. And his smile forced a smile on her face. So full of life. Cordelia liked him. She was listening carefully to his project. And on top of that he was an artist. That explains his go with the flow nature. She could only imagine what his work looked like. "I was actually on my way to the art supplies shop earlier, you know, when I kind of ruined your snack" Cordelia felt bad. He was on his way somewhere and she just took him away from his plans. But she didn't let her guilt show on her face. Instead she came up with a wonderful idea. "Well since you are accompanying me for coffee. I will accompany you to the art supply store." she said as if it wasn't a big deal. It was a rather big deal. Hanging out with him was going to cause him problems and get her trouble. And yet she couldn't imagine the horrible reality she will faced with when she goes back to Eden. Out of the corner of her eye, the guy behind the counter placed their order on the table. "I think our stuff is ready." she said, gesturing to the drinks and muffins.
Abigail felt rather awkward standing there after having embarrassing herself multiple times in front of Cas. She found him rather attractive and she couldn't keep from stuttering. The brunette wants to just disappear, curl up, and die. At this point she couldn't even find a reason for him to stick around. The whole walk up here she looked like a fool. At the same time she was glad he didn't leave. But that she kept to herself. Casteel didn't seem shocked that they were at a dance studio. The reason they even met each other was because she was dancing and fell. There was some more silence between them and she was about to just walk into the building, but he grabbed her wrist. She had to suppress a giggle. Whatever he was writing on her was causing her to laugh. That is what she gets for being ticklish. "I'll be staying near by, if you have any spare time..." That was when the handsome man finally left Abigail alone. She watched him leave for a moment, confused by that statement. When she looked at her wrist her eyes widened. He fit both a phone number and an address on her tiny wrist. How was that was possible, was beyond Abigal. But she got a phone number. Before she could pass out from confusion and excitement, she dashed into the dance studio. She dropped her back pack into the corner and pulled her phone out. She remembered the message that caused her to fall. It was from her History professor. He was canceling practicing because his daughter was ill. That just gave her a ton of free time.
Her eyes gazed back down the number on her wrist and she bit her bottom lip. Using the tiny bit of courage she had left, she pulled out a phone to text the handsome stranger from earlier.
[To: Cas]
[From: 202-526-7851]
[msg: Hi Cas. It's Abby. The girl from earlier. Umm I just wanted to take you up on your offer about hanging out in my spare time. I should be done in the studio in about an hour in a half. If you want to do something. I mean you don't have too. It's just an option]
Before she could right anything else that would jeopardize any chance she had with Cas, she sent the message and dropped her phone on her bag. Walking over to the stereo she picked a song to practice too. The moment she words hit her she was lost in her dance moves.