Cordelia immediately scanned her surroundings as they walked around the art store. It was a habit when she was somewhere new. It wasn't safe unless the head angel deemed it safe. Luckily it was only humans inside and not the council. Her attention was brought back to Aidan as he answered her earlier question about what he needed. The first answer was vague the second one satisfied her curiosity. As he searched the shelves, Cordelia trailed behind him taking in all the things that were hear. She might have to take up art just to be able to come here more often. "How do you make paint? I mean besides in a factory. Unless you have a paint making factory in your house." she said, pulling some pretty vibrant obnoxious colors off the shelf. She wanted to know if they even gave names to colors that bright. Where a name should be, it was just a number. What would one do with these colors? Looking over to Aidan after thoroughly examining the paint, she decided to ask him something. "Could you make something with these?" she asked. The first color was something off of a neon pink that mated with a baby blue. And the second color was definitely a yucky yellow mixed with what should be purple. Again the colors weren't given names. Just numbers. "I would definitely love to see you make a masterpiece with these." she said as a semi challenge, looking back down at the colors. Placing them on the shelf and looking at her human friend she saw that he looked absolutely disgusted. "I knew the colors were bad, but I didn't know they were that bad. Are you alright?" she asked with a smile hanging off her lips.
Abigail was still a tad upset about the five dollars she threw away earlier. Honeybuns were her ultimate snack. They were good at any time of the day and extra cheap when need be. She was going to need since she would be hanging out with Mr. Perfect today. But she couldn't even eat it. A hand went to her stomach. Abby still had the nauseous feeling even though she barely took a decent bite out of the fat goody. A sigh escaped her as she started to wander back to the dance studio. They were meeting in less than ten minutes and she didn't want him to wait for her. And besides she never told him that she left the studio. Abigail was actually kind of hoping that she would just run into him in the street like she did earlier that day. But at the same time she was happy she didn't. Last thing she wants is to trip and fall before him. After a while she saw Castiel leaning against the studio wall. At first she thought she was imagining things. Then she thought that she was late. But Abby was five minutes early. Which mean he had to have beaten her here. Which also means that he was waiting. Cas was waiting for Abigail. The brunette isn't one to freak out about boys, but this handsome man was waiting for her outside of the studio and she didn't even have the decency to tell him that she left the studio about an hour ago. Hesitantly she walked up to him, thinking up her apology. When they came face to face, she was staring at his perfection again. How can someone be blessed with a face with like his? Gathering her thoughts she became red and looked down. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I should have told you that I left the studio so that we could have met up later. P-please don't me mad at me Castiel." Less stuttering, but more rambling. Abigail just wasn't meant to be with boys.