“What do you even want, Romeo?”

“A. . date, Romeo?”

“Well, sure, then. I'll 'hang out' with you, Romeo.”

“Yep, definitely.” Romeo

Angela was nervous. Well, she was always nervous, but this new feeling of nervousness was different. Really different. » [Romeo]

« She had never been on a "hang out" with a boy before, a boy her own age, anyway. She didn't even know what to wear. » [Romeo]

« Everything she picked out made her want to barf. It only took her about an hour or so before she finally came » [Romeo]

« to a decision. She didn't know where the two would be going, but she didn't want to be too casual, so she went for » [Romeo]

« something classy, but not too formal, but not too casual, either. A simple dress that shot down to just above her » [Romeo]

« knees; and the only interesting thing about it was the bow on its back. The dress was a light shade of blue, » [Romeo]

« more like an icy blue. Her hair, however, was kept down, as normal. Angela had just finished when she heard the » [Romeo]

« knock, and she felt her hands shake a little bit. But, she did make her way to the door, swiftly opening it to reveal » [Romeo]

« the messy-haired boy. [Romeo]

A small smile had casted across her plump tiers, and her mocha optics traveled over his choice of clothing » [Romeo]

« for a small second before traveling up again. And then she was speechless, and also flattered. “I - um, thank you.” » [Romeo]

« Her smile widened at the sight of his own, and somehow, it made her feel a little less nervous. “No, no, » [Romeo]

« you look fine. Don't worry about it.” [Romeo]

Angela gently took Romeo's hand. “Great. Of course I trust you.” She gave him a slow nod before making her way out »

« of the room, shutting the door behind her. [Romeo]

She followed Romeo's lead, walking out of Auradon. “What was your idea?”