If he didn't show up, Angela would be disappointed but not upset. She's a big girl. She can handle being stood up even if this isn't a date to her. Sure, she asked him out and maybe in some people's eyes this could be considered a date--you know, two adults with one at least attracted sexually to the other eating dinner together alone--but for Angela, this is just merely company to kill some time with because there's not much else to do on a Misdi night.

Smiling at the sound of his voice, Angela sets the menu down and crosses her hands in front of her. She can feel his awkwardness from across the table and it's pretty amusing. "Relax. It's just dinner. I'm not going to jump you." Not yet, anyway.