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A car came to a halt in front of the Second Star Garden. With the engine still running, Angela alighted from the backseat but not before instructing the driver to be ready to pick her up at a moment's notice

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A table for two was not much different from a table for one, he told himself as he sat waiting. He had arrived much too early for fear that if he didn't, something would come up that would make him late. And as much as he was unsure about this whole thing he didn't want her to think he'd stood her up.

He was staring into space, chin in one hand as his thumb rubbed his clean-shaven jaw, when a rather attractive blonde entered. He half hoped that she would be led to another table as each moment seemed to amplify the idea that this was a bad idea.

But then, if this was going to be horrible--at least she was gorgeous.

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Angela gave the room a scan, making it very clear that she was looking for someone. When blue eyes came to rest on a handsome, dark-haired man, a bright smile appeared on her face. She recognized him from the party, even if she had only seen him in passing.

She was led to his table by a waitress who promised to return with menus.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," Angela began, flashing him a small apologetic smile, "I never liked the whole being fashionably late thing."

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He watched as the blonde beauty was led to his table and gave a warm smile. He rose moving to pull out the chair for her to sit down in, giving a soft chuckle.

"Not at all," he stated. "I always thought being fashionably late was simply a sign that one hadn't learned to tell time," he grinned remembering it as a favorite saying of his father's.

Noticing her brooch he gave a lopsided smirk, "Lovely wings by the way." He was amused and found it somewhat sweet that she'd taken something so obviously teasing he had said over the phone and managed to find a proper way to do so. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Angela beamed at his gentlemanly behavior as she sat down and thanked him.

"I know some people who can't seem to arrive on time to save their life," she chuckles, "But at least they're consistent in their tardiness."

She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear when Ryan noticed the brooch. She was pleased her efforts weren't wasted, though she hoped his having an eye for detail wouldn't be a problem in the future.

"Thank you," she nodded, avoiding eye-contact to give the impression of shyness. "I wasn't sure you'd notice it." She met his eyes as if trying to insist she was usually much more confident than she was currently being.

"This is a lovely establishment you've chosen. A favorite of yours?"