"This is really good," he said with an honest smile, taking his next bites. "I really think you should ask Mr. Quinn about it, and let him try it. Who knows? It might actually work."
Closing time came about. A time of relief, one would suppose, and as Fitz helped clean up, there was a calm that washed over him. Well, with the exception of the one drunk asleep in the corner of the restaurant. Snoring like crazy. He took off his apron and hairnet and heaved a sigh of relief as he washed his hands and arms thoroughly in the sink.
He looked for Angie and saw her somewhere, doing nothing in particular, and approached her. "Uhm, Ange, I was wondering, well, if you've gotten your sleep and all," he said slightly awkwardly. "If you're free for a lunch date and all. I could make lunch, that'd be a date, I think," he laughed.