Angela and George were at the restaurant.
"I think we'd better order to go, because you don't look too good to eat here." Angela commented as they parked.
"I'm fine, princess. Unless you want to eat with me at my house." he winked at her. Angela rolled her eyes. He was definitely not that charming when drunk.
George said jokingly, however, his mind intoxicated, he thought that maybe what the beautiful woman beside him wanted was privacy, with him. He looked her up and down as she watched the traffic. She was a treat he was more than eager to try.
"I'll go inside and order." Angela said and asked him to let her know what he wanted to eat after all.
The first response that came to the tip of his tongue was 'you', but what little discernment he had left stifled that response. Not that she didn't suspect, from the look and sideways smile he gave her.
