Brad watched her go, suddenly feeling like a complete jerk. He turned back to his friends.Daniel grinned at his friend, "Aren't you two going to play ...ress up?" Shut up, Daniel."Angela walked home sobbing. As she turned up her walk, a spark appeared in her eye and appeared to smolder. "We'll see about that, Brad. We'll see."Brad woke up the next day to the sun in his face. He had left the shades open again. He rolled out of bed and onto his feet, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Well, at least. "Lessee...Hmm, so, if Catherine's the one, I'll turn her into Jennie always wanted."That one came as a kick to the head for the con girl. Right in her brain's gutter, where unwelcome desires fester and empathy goes to die. She did wish her best friend could be more like her, could share her love for badass tunes instead of those nauseatingly expressive Japanese comics. But she knew she couldn't push Cat towards it, even if it would have made their collective "fuck it all" tour across the. "Stand at attention girl!" "Now then wouldn't it have been smart to bring cream and sugar along with the coffee in case I took it that way?". She cuts him off before he can reply. "And wouldn't it have been helpful had you brought the coffee in on a tray, where you could have kept the cream and sugar... Well?" He stammers as he struggles to answer and begins with "but I didn't know...." And she cuts him off again. "You didn't know what?". "I. I. I didn't know how you took your coffee. So...".. The door never opened. The light stayed on but there was no greeting from an appreciative male looking forward to her company. She waited and knocked at the door several times. She sent a text to the reason she was there in the middle of the night. Then she called. Anger welled up inside her when all she reached was voicemail. She stifled her anger long enough to leave a sweet message expressing concern that perhaps something came up and she hoped everything was ok. By this time she was settled.