Look for the Angle

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Another day. Another paycheck. She's taken an assignment in Italy, leaving the husband and kid behind for a bit while she coaxed this boy band into actually posing instead of hamming it up. That was the morning though. Tonight, she'll fly back under her own power. Ah the joys of being a freelancer trying to save more money for the groceries

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He steps into the outdoor cafe, wondering if this would make a good song. Wait a minute...

A flick of the wrist and he's in a server station, sliding a generous amount of Euro to a waiter, and taking a bottle of white wine in exchange. With that, he steps forward, and fills the glass on her left.

"Recioto di Soave Chardonnay...the chef insists."

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"You cook these days?" Oh, yes, she remembers him all right. She was...kinda hoping he'd be here. Please let the answer be "yes."

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"I've always been well-versed." He sits down in the seat next to her, filling a second glass.

"A bit of this, a bit of that. It helps to cover all sides of things." He gives a wink, and offers a toast. "But beyond this...be honest...how good was THAT pitch? I'd been thinking of it for the past three minutes. C'mon...be brutal." He leans over, giving a kiss on her cheek with a beaming smile.

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Why she has a soft spot for people that smile like pirates she'll never know.

"How about a 8.2 for managing to slip an angle into the reference and not make it sound cheesy?"

Gods, she hasn't seen Angelo since...Well, there were pictures of him at her funeral. Why was he there, and how the heck do you ask that kind of question.

"It's good to see you - especially like this." Because if they were being Troia and Angel Man this wouldn't be a nice dinner and half the evening would likely be spent with cranky Interpol agents. she hasn't quite written that possibility off.