Angel noticed Connor right away but she didn't make a move right away. She hesitated, maybe this was a mistake and talking to a cop would just make it worse. Her hands were held tight together in her lap because she was pretty sure they were shaking and she hated that weakness in herself.
But when Connor had finished his exchange for the waitress she meets his eyes and lifts up one hand a little to indicate that she's the one he's looking for. He probably could have figured it out rather quickly no one else currently there looks like they could be a sex worker.
Luckily for the both of them, nothing about him explicitly screamed 'cop'. Sure, he had his badge on him and a concealed fire arm, but both were well out of view. He was a white collared worker, nothing more and his car gave away just as much.
He scanned the tables he hadn't been able to see before and the tiny wave catches his eye. Heading over in her direction, he doesn't bother to thank the greeter. She hadn't helped him after all.
He paused before sitting down, shrugging his coat off and handing it over to her.
"You look cold," He pointed out, though if she ended up not taking it he'd just hang up. No harm, no foul.
"Are you alright? I don't mind driving you to the ER, if you need me to," He offered before looking back over his shoulder toward the front windows of the building that looked out into the parking lot, "Did he follow you here?"
Angel shakes her head at the offer of his coat. She isn't cold, and it's also a habit not to take things that she could do without. Everything has a price in her experience. No one was nice just to be nice. This cop did want something from her after all, that's why he'd given her his card.
"I'm alright, I got away before anything..." She waves her hand in a 'you know' sort of gesture.
"I don't know if he followed me, though... He could have. That's why I didn't go home... there's other people there too." She didn't want to put her House in danger.
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But when Connor had finished his exchange for the waitress she meets his eyes and lifts up one hand a little to indicate that she's the one he's looking for. He probably could have figured it out rather quickly no one else currently there looks like they could be a sex worker.
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He scanned the tables he hadn't been able to see before and the tiny wave catches his eye. Heading over in her direction, he doesn't bother to thank the greeter. She hadn't helped him after all.
He paused before sitting down, shrugging his coat off and handing it over to her.
"You look cold," He pointed out, though if she ended up not taking it he'd just hang up. No harm, no foul.
"Are you alright? I don't mind driving you to the ER, if you need me to," He offered before looking back over his shoulder toward the front windows of the building that looked out into the parking lot, "Did he follow you here?"
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"I'm alright, I got away before anything..." She waves her hand in a 'you know' sort of gesture.
"I don't know if he followed me, though... He could have. That's why I didn't go home... there's other people there too." She didn't want to put her House in danger.