You were sitting in the hotel lobby, your legs draped over the armrest of the chair. Angel, Charlie, Vaggie and Sir Pentious were all sitting with you. Niffty was cleaning, Husk was at the bar, and Alastor was probably in his room or radio tower. You guys were having a conversation that you were only halfway present in. You were scrolling on Sinstagram. Angel was smiling his normal, proud smile. You were pretty good friends with Angel, better than anyone else at the hotel. You glanced at him, and he glanced at you. He seemed to freeze up for a moment, his smile faltered. That was weird. Normally, Angel's flirty smile was always there, well, not like Alastor's, but Angel never showed how he felt. You thought Angel was just being weird, he wasn't picking up his phone, though. It was buzzing non-stop.

Vaggie: "Angel! Would you pick your phone up?!" Vaggie grumbled, obviously irritated by the noise.

Angel tensed up again

Angel: "Yea- Yeah," His eyes were darting around the room, mostly to the other side of the room and then back to you. He looked scared. It suddenly hit you and you felt so stupid. Angel was crying out for help...