Jesse grumbled under his breath. For once he was glad his voice had never deepened like everyone said it would. It wouldn't take much to pretend to be female. He looked at her slantways, muttering, "If this were for anyone but you, Angel..." then he held the tray like he'd seen the waitresses do before, got in as close to a 'womanlike' mindset he could, screwed up his courage, and walked out the door, ready to do what he had to do. He called back towards Angel, trying out his girly-voice, which was quite convincing, all things considered. "You owe me for this! Personally."<br/><br/>He continued out to the resturaunt proper.