Daisy smiled warmly, matronly. "Of course, dear. How would you like your steak and why is the answer mediun-rare?" Any steak, in her opinion, that wasn't pink in the centre, wasn't a steak worth eating. "It'll be out in a few minutes. Fries or salad for a side?"<br/><i><br/>
Bloody hell. Message received, loud and clear</i>, Adri thought to himself when the blond gave him a second death glare. Clearly he'd burnt<i>that</i>bridge beyond repair. He finished his food, barely tasting it anymore; his appetite had disappeared all of a sudden. Adriel signaled for the bill, left a nice tip and finished his coffee before getting to his feet. He shrugged his jacket on, turned the collar up and exited the diner, not even sparing Zee another look. Clearly the angel had no interest in talking to him, which was fine. Great, even.