A Restaurant, Midtown Manhattan, Sunday noonish

[chasingangela]

Angela gave her name (and a sympathetic smile -- she'd spent enough time working for her dad that she knew Sunday brunch shifts were hell) to the harried hostess, then took a seat on a bench outside the restaurant to wait for Cameron.

It was a nice spring day, and the smell of eggs wasn't making her feel sick from this distance. She called that win-win.

[OOC: For Cam. Expect random bouts of SP.]