The door opens, and Angel comes in (minus the drag). After a few steps, he pauses, then shrugs. It's lunchtime anyway. Nothing wrong with a little interdimensional space.
Angel walks in... and then consults a map in his hands. "Really, now, the modern art's supposed to be upstairs. You'd think the interdimensional space would wait."
There are some days when the distance between Buffalo and New York City can be accurately measured as too damn far. This? Is one of them. The bizarre interdimensional space would be more of a comfort with certain people around, but it's at least something.
...Well. He'd just been planning to collapse on his bed, but this'll work just as well. Better, even, as it's not on campus. Still, there's only so much the change of scenery can do for Angel's mood, so he just finds a vacant couch and collapses on it. College? Is sucking a lot at the moment.
The door opens, and Angel (not in drag, despite the icon) walks in like he's got a purpose. For about three steps, anyway; that's how long it takes for him to notice this is not in fact where he was going. "...This isn't gonna make me late for class, is it?"
And Angel comes in, wearing a rather nice lavender-gray dress (it may as well have 'bridesmaid' written all over it, really) and holding a bouquet. The bouquet's a little... big to exactly go with the dress. He stops just inside the door, leans against the wall, and starts laughing. A lot.
This is not the green space on campus Angel was looking for. ...But at the same time, it's not on campus. And while the situation isn't desperate, he'll still take full advantage of getting away from the place. And so, there is sitting down on a couch with a book. A fun book, not a school book.