Aidan tried to dismiss the fact that Cordelia seemed overly concerned about his well being, as well as the fact that she was trying to hide it. He had always been good at reading people, sometimes so good it was almost scary, but perhaps she was just that type of person. Most people would have just replied with a simple "oh" and moved on. She seemed different, very kind and caring.
"So what exactly do you need from the art store?"
she asked a few seconds before they stepped into the shop. Aidan glanced around and made a small huff like noise. "More than what I can afford" he muttered and headed to where the brushes were organized by size. "Mainly paint, but I can just make that myself if I need to" he explained as he browsed through the smaller paint brushes. It was odd having someone here with him. He always made these trips alone on the count of he usually took longer than necessary to choose what he wants to buy. This time though, he wanted to take his time for a completely different reason. The longer he stayed here, the more time he could spend with Cordelia. He didn't really know what she was planning to do after this. She probably had plans of some sort. What beautiful woman like her wouldn't?
As he thoroughly examined the section, he took another sip of his coffee, only to regret it immediately. A sudden wave of nausea hit him like five tons of bricks. This was certainly strange. He made a disgusted gesture with his face and brought a hand to his stomach. He literally felt like he was going to throw up right then and there. That would be one hell of a first impression.
Castial casually made his way through the crowded city streets. Watching humans interact with one another had always amused him, as well as their idiocy. One of the few things he didn't understand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, navigating to Abigail's first text, he read over it carefully to double check the place where they were supposed to meet. Outside the dance studio in an hour and a half is what she had specified. He exited out of the text and looked at the time. He still had about 15 minutes to go and the dance studio was only a 5 minute walk away. Regardless, he continued on his way there. He wasn't one to wait around for others, but this girl had captured his attention. Surely he could make this an exception. Within the five minutes he was waiting outside the studio. He leaned against the metal staircase railing, ignoring the stares he received from almost everyone that walked by, and pulled out his buzzing phone. He checked the caller ID once and immediately rejected the call. Unfortunately, that didn't stop his father from calling again. Will a sigh he pulled it up to his ear. "I'm busy". He didn't bother to explain with what and simply hung up again. Out of all the people he didn't want to deal with at the moment, his father was at the top of the list. Of course that could be said for every other day as well