Cordelia followed him down the aisle. She was admiring all the different styles of art being represented. The angel was never into art stuff when she was human. Kind of considered it a waste of time. She was always about studying to become a nurse. Not that she was given the chance too. But now seeing it as an angel, it was interesting. She could appreciate it more. Especially now that Aidan was into art. They got to the back of the store where there were canvases of all sizes. She couldn't help but touch them all. The texture felt nice against her fingers. Her human friend grabbed the sizes he needed. Cordelia looked over him wondering if he needed help, but Aidan seemed to be managing. They started heading back towards the front where he needed to pay for these things. "Does your artwork have a common theme?" Now she was just being curious.
"Beautiful" A sigh a relief escaped the brunette. She didn't even realize that she was waiting for an answer so eagerly. Her heart was racing again, but more from joy than anything else. Cas stood up and walked around her. There was a blinking light on her phone indicating she had a message, but then Mr. Perfect picked a slow song. Making his way over to her, she completely forgot that she should check the message. "You're perfect" Abigail was practically putty in the mans hands. Her face turned red as she followed him back out to the middle of the dance floor. The brunette knew hip hop, jazz, tap, ballet, interpretive, and luckily ballroom. Abigail was always into dance. The song was slow and she knew exactly what the proper position to dance in was. But then again she was really nervous. She moved her hands hesitantly into place, since it was clear that Cas was wanted to dance with her.
Roman caught a small smile on the mans face which pleased him. He took another sip of his chocolate milk waiting to hear why he was in search of Martha. But apparently the man was not very reluctant to share that information. His tone was sharp and cold. Roman's pale blue orbs searched the young man trying to see where the cold tone came from. But it seemed to be almost out of no where. And the of course the man tried to leave. Roman may never see him again. He had to do something. For a moment he was going to offer him some chocolate milk, but then Roman was quick to share his milk. So instead he decided to say something. "Wait. Martha was my neighbor. Maybe I can help you look?" Anything to keep the handsome man around.