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Angelo trotted through the hallways and past office rooms as he tugged a lavender sweater over his head, his attention solely on the phone he held and scrolled through. The meetings he had to attend had just finished, and he could wear his beloved sweater again- score! On top of that, that was the last meeting he was required to addend for the rest of the day, and it was only roughly 10:30- double score! To make things even sweeter, Aidan was out of the building, practically leaving Angelo in charge, since there wasn't an official vice-president yet- triple score! He deserved a cup of hot cocoa for how well today was turning out, the Italian mentally joked to himself, walking past a few more rooms before finally coming to his own office. Swiftly, he let himself inside and plopped down at his chair, looking at his phone for a few more moments before spinning around in said chair. Of course, the door was wide open; he could care less. Angelo had nothing better to do, after all, since he had already completed his day's work. So, filled with an uncommon happiness and the lack of anything else to do, he simply spun around in his chair.
José was wandering around the building doing his job casually, peeking inside the office before clearing his throat. "Hello." He hummed out as he watched him comfortably, leaning on the door as he watched Angelo quietly. "Doing alright, Angel?" That was the other's name for Angelo, finding it funny how he could react as he smiled lightly at him. He then examined his nails, which someone had managed to force him to let them paint. He had to admit, they had talent in that field. His nails had never been as fancy as they are now, and he found himself admiring them a lot lately before looking up at Angelo with a soft hum. "The boss leave you in charge or something? You look higher than the moon at this point." He hummed as he smirked softly, knowing his quips often got glares from the analytical mind he was speaking to. It just made him laugh.
Angelo swiftly stopped kicking and pushing at the floor to get his swivel chair to slow down, it coming to a halt perfectly facing away from the door. He wasted no time correcting it so that he was facing José, calmly glaring at him while he did so. "First off, it's *Angelo*, thank you very much." The Italian corrected snarkily, faking a gag at the fact José of all people used his nickname. "Secondly, yes. As a matter of fact, I was left in charge, *and* I've done everything I needed to do today. Aidan had to leave for a meeting with Oliver, hence his absence; they're talking science and whatnot, I didn't get much of an explanation or debrief about *what exactly* they'd talk about, which is... *Suspicious* to say the least..." Angelo muttered, softly shaking his head before looking up at the other, eyeing him for a moment before burying his attention back into his phone. "Nice nails, by the way, Jahosé," He said with a quiet snicker, having a feeling that pronouncing the other's name incorrectly would earn some sort of a response out of him.
José rolled his eyes and faked a dry heave, muttering "Dios Mio!" before looking at Angelo with a raised an eyebrow. "Well, so-RRY for trying to check in on you, jeez, Anhel." He applied his accent heavily onto the name as he smirked and raised an eyebrow before thinking about what the other was saying, chuckling to himself as he closed his eyes comfortably. "Honestly? I think they might be fucking or something." He stuck his tongue out lightly as he thought, letting out soft chuckles while thinking to himself. "It would make sense. Oliver just *won't shut up* about Aidan and it gets fucking annoying sometimes." He rolled his eyes before looking at Angelo with an eyebrow raised, thinking for a moment as he seemed to space out. He was thinking about how to go about this, and quietly drummed his fingers on his arm as he closed his eyes to fully indulge himself in his thoughts. How was he going to be subtle about trying to ask Angelo on some sort of...night out? Date? He wasn't sure about his own feelings for Angelo, let alone the other's about him.
Angelo paused, stopping his mindless scrolling to look up from his phone and softly blink a few times, "That actually... Makes perfect sense, holy shit, and that's coming from you which is hellishly surprising." He said, being half-joking and half-serious, falling silent once more as he looked back down to his screen when he got a notification. He read it for a few seconds, scanning over the text of the device momentarily before letting out a laugh. "Aidan just made an extension to how long they both will be out be out, which is horrible timing on both of their parts. Oh well, I'll tease him about it later, but for now it looks like I'll be in charge of the office aaaaall day, hellllll yeah." Angelo stated, dragging out his words ever so slightly as he comfortably leaned back in his chair, evidently pleased with the events of the day. "Anyways, why're you still in here? You rarely treat me with casual chit-chat," He teased with a small smile.
"I, uh..." José seemed to be caught off guard by the teasing, internally panicking for a moment as he tried his absolute best to not panic. "Uhm...There's a good reason..." He mumbled out as he ran his hand through his hair in stress, sighing quietly as he looked up at him with a soft shift. "I'm...uh, just coming to, uh...ask you out..." He mumbled out as he looked over at Angelo, quietly shifting since he's uncomfortable now. He seemed very very uncomfortable with the situation, but he quickly tried to recover as he rubbed the back of his head in order to calm himself. Worst case, he could lose his job, best case, he says no or yes. He wasn't sure which he wanted more, so he just quietly looked away and hoped he wouldn't get upset or something. Oh, how much he hated situations like this, it always made him feel weird.
"Ask me out? On a date? Beh merda, you're throwing twists at me left and right today," Angelo instantaneously raised a brow, resting his head in his hand whilst he softly leaned on the desk before him. He was amused and intrigued, to say the least, not providing a quick-fast snarky answer unlike how he typically would reply. He stayed silent, watching the other as he genuinely considered it, humming a sing-songy tune to himself. "Well, hmm..." The Italian started out, delicately sitting up in his chair, keeping his brow raised, "I don't have anything else to do, so why not? You're playing thouuuugh!~" Angelo chirped out, cheekily smiling.
José blinked at the fact that he wasn't immediately rejected, staring at him for a moment before smiling lightly. "Oh- Really?" He seemed a bit surprised it was that easy, uncrossing his arms and quickly grinning as he chuckled softly. "Nice. You want to go now or should I leave and pick you up later?" He put his hands behind his back as he smiled happily, tilting his head at him. Honestly? He expected Angelo to fight it much more than he did, quietly shifting in order to be more comfortable on his feet. He just seemed extremely happy suddenly, with good reason considering his crush just accepted his date proposal. He loved that, excitement coursing through his veins.
"I mean, if you've got someplace in mind already, I don't mind right now. I'd just have to let Roman know we'd be leaving first," Angelo stated, picking his phone up to tap away at the screen for a few moments, still humming his sing-songy tune to himself. He looked back to José once he was finish, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. "Aaaaand he said he'd look after the office for us. Considering it's only half past 10, I hope you know how to keep me entertained for the day, José." He ever so lightly teased, getting up from his desk before waltzing over.
"You doubt me, guapito?" He teased back, gently placing an arm around Angelo's shoulders since he didn't want to put it around his waist and invade his privacy. His eyes glimmered as he chuckled softly, leading him out of the building as he looked at Angelo. "Do you have a car?" He asked curiously, tilting his head at him. Of course, he'd guessed Angelo would have a car, since he was the secretary to the big boss to the company and got paid really well. "Besides, I think we can entertain each other, Angelo." He hummed out as he smiled at him, then looked away quietly and closed his eyes comfortably. He thought this was pretty interesting, and he was oh-so happy to hear that Angelo was going to be going out with him.
"If I *didn't* have a car, I'd be concerned," Angelo stated with a soft hum, fishing his car keys from his pocket before loosely swirling the chain around his finger. "I don't doubt you, I just think you're overly confident is all. Do you even know how I like my hot cocoa, for starters? If you don't know at least that much, I distrust that you know how to entertain me," He rhetorically shot back with a small, quiet laugh as he led him to his car, soon tossing him his keys before sliding into the shotgun seat, which was oddly enough on the left side. "Good luck figuring out how to drive in a European car with the steering wheel on the right!" Angelo snickered, knowing all too well how often that little factor tripped most people up.
(*cough cough* i can imagine the car just casually being an Alfa Romeo Giulia *cough cough*)
"Oh, dios mio..." José sighed before getting into the car, starting it and quietly putting his hands onto the wheel as he rolled his eyes. "I know how to drive a European car, I've driven one before." He hummed before pulling out of the lot, humming to himself as he began to focus on his driving aside from one thing. "You like Mexican food?" He asked simply, knowing he could easily take Angelo to his father's food establishment. His father always had his back with dates, mostly because he didn't approve of how lonely José was for most of his life. It wasn't very often he took people on dates, but he tried his best to impress them when he did. Angelo was going to be tough to impress, but he hoped he could pull it off. Especially because he really likes Angelo, probably more than he reasonably should.
Angelo slightly raised a brow at the question as he cozied himself into his chair and, much like he always did, went through his phone searching for music to play. After all, his car, his music. "Mexican?" He repeated without much emotional context behind his voice, thinking about it for a quick second. He knew what he liked and disliked about said specific genre of food, at the very least. "If the place you've got in mind isn't authentic, I highly suggest you either think of another place quick or not waste my time." Angelo calmly stated, soon snickering to himself as he jokingly added onto his response, "Though, yes, I like Mexican food; I am a casual enjoyer of Chipotle, after all."
"My father owns an establishment, and yes, it is authentic." He hummed as he began to drive to his father's food establishment, casually watching the road while humming along to whatever music Angelo put on. Of course, he'd rather put on the music, but it was Angelo's car, and he believed that Angelo wouldn't like his music. Too...low-class for him, is what José thought Angelo would say about it, and the thought made him cringe. Angelo wouldn't say that...would he? He didn't seem the type to rub his money and class into other people's faces, and yet he seemed so high-and-mighty already. It made him want to pull over and yell at something, anger welling up inside him and causing him to grip the steering wheel harder.
"I'm glad to hear that," Angelo commented, not providing much more of a response as he put on a playlist of seemingly randomly assorted songs in a few various different genres, and languages too. He then casually leaned against the door, quietly humming along to the songs as he kept scrolling through his phone as he was typically seen doing. Only Satan knew what he was doing on there, even God himself probably didn't know. Angelo glanced over at José once something caught his attention, "Say, what're we going to be doing after breakfast? Any ideas, Hose?" Angelo curiously asked, keeping with the theme of mispronouncing José's name as he personally found it rather hilarious.
"Dios mio..." José sighed quietly as he pulled onto a street, it looked pretty run-down and dingy but also kind of homey, it made José smile. He then looked over at Angelo, humming. "Depends on what you'd like to do, señor." He spoke the honorific as if it was force of habit, but he was a bit annoyed by the fact that he felt he *had* to do that. He hated the idea of calling his crush that, but Angelo...well, he seemed the type to demand that of people. He knew Angelo's background, and he knew that he was very spoiled. Somehow he hated that, and quietly sighed as he opened the door and got out. He hated it, he hated it so much, and yet he was doing this...whatever, he thought, he could impress him if he tried hard enough. So he walked over to Angelo's side and opened the door for him.
Angelo kept his eyes trained on José, slowly raising a brow when he opened his door for him. Not complaining about that fact however, he swiftly tucked his phone away, unbuckled himself, and slid out of the vehicle. "Thank you, José," He offered out simply, for once saying the poor man's name correctly, as he politely bowed his head out of courtesy and thanks for a moment. Angelo then eyed the area they were in, humming softly to himself. He was the kind of person to instantly express anything he utterly hated, but he said nothing of this place, if anything he found it rather interesting. It was similar to the downtown parts of Italian cities, he noted; both weren't in the best of conditions but they felt warm and homey. Angelo couldn't help but slightly smile at such a comparison.
He motioned with his head toward a building, pushing the doors open. "¡Hola papá! ¡Regresé y traje una cita!" He called out to someone, hearing his father reply and smiling quietly to himself before looking back at Angelo. "He's nice enough, if a bit...over the top." He shrugged softly as a man emerged from the backroom, calling over to José as he came up and hugged him tightly. "¡Mirate! No has visitado aquí en mucho tiempo, le pediré a tu madre que te haga algo para ti y tu cita." He spoke in seeming excitement to see his son, then looked over to Angelo and grinned softly. "You must be my son's date! I'm Liam, it's nice to meet you." He spoke in a slightly thick accent, but he seemed nice enough. Definitely where José got some of his personality.
[Translation: José: "Hey, dad! I'm back, and I brought a date!"
His dad: "Look at you! You haven't visited here in a long time, I'll ask your mother to make something for you and your date."]
Angelo blinked a few times, taking that small mental moment to wrap his head around the fact he was meeting José's father on their first date. He was *not* expecting that in the slightest, if anything, he was expecting something along the lines of the exact opposite. Angelo was at a loss for words for a second before swiftly and respectfully bowing his head, "Yes, I am; I'm Angelo. It's nice to meet you too, sir," He politely said, his almost painfully contrasting Italian accent showing through as clear as day while his usually either snarky or emotionless mood cleaning up in a matter of moments into his ''professional'' one, soon offering the both of them a warm smile. By no means was he going to make an emotionless fool of himself in front of either now; yep, he was definitely going to casually inquire José about his choice later, but for now it was best to stay polite.
Yeah, José had that fight with himself in the car ride, but decided to just put his cards on the table. Angelo was hard to please, he knew that much, but he could at least try. At least he hadn't initially said anything bad, which was kind of a good sign with Angelo, since he voiced his displeasure very easily. Very...easily. He tried to fight back a look at that thought, quietly crossing his arms as his father smiled and walked back to the kitchen. José quietly showed Angelo over to a seat, pulling it open for him and looking over at him quietly. "Come on." He hummed before moving over to his own seat, quietly pulling out his own phone and quietly beginning to tap on it nervously. It was a fidget, sort of. Tap tap tap, keeping the stress out as much as possible so that he didn't panic.
Angelo hummed and obediently slid into the seat that was pulled out for him, soon after folding his hands atop one another and setting them in his lap. He continued to softly hum while he looked around, mildly curious about the decoration choices. Major food chains would half-slap mismatching, false decorations into their restaurants, so he found it refreshing to find something that felt more genuine, authentic, and homey. "Cute place," Angelo commented after a moment, attempting to strike up a conversation once more, internally cringing at his own word choice. He rarely said ''cute'' unless he were referring to something... Less than mansion-esk to try and put it simply, both with and without being classist; a horrible usage of speech he learned, with no thanks, from his family. Could one really blame him, though? He was so used to it that it came remarkably naturally to him. Angelo just hoped that José didn't know his dialect all that well so that he could brush it off easily and smoothly. Otherwise, he might be in for a bit of an angry flare from the other. Geez, way to go Angelo, using your own classist terms speech at only 10 in the morning.
"It's connected to my parents' house through one of the back door. It's my childhood home, and one of my first jobs. 'T'was nice." He mumbled to himself as he placed his head on his hand, quietly looking away before looking over to Angelo. "Did you ever have a place like this, or did you always have mansions and such?" He raised an eyebrow at him as he watched him quietly. Of course, he hadn't meant to come off as sharp, but it was how he felt about higher-class people who flaunt their money.
"Oh, uhm, well," Angelo slightly spouted out, having not expected to need to have and explain the history of his family's situation for as far back as he could remember. Twice he had been caught off-guard in the past few minutes, he was sure his grandfather would jokingly have his head if he ever heard of such a thing. "In legal terms, yes, I've lived in luxury all my life. Though, uh, I used to go to a friend's house off in the scraps of downtown all the time when I was younger; I guess you could say I lived there due to how often and how long I'd stay; because back home was never the safest for kids, so uh... Also no in a sense?..." He muttered, lightly dancing around and avoiding his explanations for having done so in the past. Angelo already had said more about his life in Italy than he had ever disclosed to anyone other than family, after all. He was never one to say a word about it, probably because he was literally the beloved grandson of a Mafia boss, but he didn't want to scare José off. Or humour him any, gosh, Angelo would probably smack the soul right out of him if Angelo were ever to tell him such information and all he got in response was a disbelieving laugh.
José didn't laugh. In fact, he stayed completely silent as he processed that information. Angelo...had actually struggled a bit? He was slightly surprised by that, but quietly looked up at Angelo. "Oh. I'm sorry your home life wasn't that safe for you." He spoke out, trying his best to sound sympathetic and not completely surprised that Angelo had ever known any sort of struggle. He wanted so badly to take Angelo's hand into his own and try his best to comfort him, but he felt like that might offend the silver-haired male more than he'd like it to. So he merely cleared his throat before reaching out and placing his hand over Angelo's. "I'm glad you're kind of doing better now, Angelo." He said his name fully for once, instead of mocking his nickname with his heavy Spanish accent.
Angelo fell mostly silent, the only sound he made in response being a dull, bland hum. He didn't say anything else, as he felt there was nothing left to say that would matter much anyway; there was no snarky response, no sass, no witty or cheeky smile. The Italian did nothing but give a gentle pat to the hand that had covered his, hoping that was enough of an indirect sign and cue to José that he'd rather appreciate a topic change. Angelo made sure to *never* talk or even hint about his life back in Italy or his family. So, naturally, he was mildly uncomfortable with the fact the first person he shared such information with was José, who was, secretively and admittedly, his crush. God, that felt weird admitting, even if only to himself.
José seemed to think about something for a moment before clearing his throat, looking up at Angelo again. "So. What's your favorite Mexican dish? Mine is Pozole de Pollo." He hummed happily as he thought about it, how much he loved eating it with his family. His mother always made it, and he never found anything better or anyone that made it better than his mother. He had missed her while working at the company, so he was glad for the fact that Angelo had agreed to come here. And who knows, maybe he could impress Angelo. He internally chuckled at that, a disbelieving one. He doubted he could impress Angelo with his family, but he never knew. He was going to try, at least. This was going to go okay.
Angelo let out a relieved sigh at the topic change, visibly relaxing just a touch as he loosely smiled. Never in his life would he have thought he'd be so thankful for casual day-to-day talk; he also never thought José would ever *willingly* ask him out, but here he was. "My favourite Mexican dish?" He repeated while raising a brow slightly, taking a second to think it over. "Forgive me if I absolutely butcher the name, but, uh, I'd have to say Cochinita Pibil," Angelo answered simply, doing his utter best to not accidentally offend the other with a mispronunciation.
"Hmm! I didn't think you'd like that, that's interesting." José hummed as he put his head on his hand, looking at Angelo before feeling his own smile creep onto his face from the fact that he'd managed to make him smile, if even just a little. "We could probably get mama to make that for you." He hummed out before slowly moving his hand under Angelo's, quietly turning it over and beginning to trace the lines on his hand quietly. He'd always been fascinated by those, and why they existed on people's hands. He also liked to think that they spoke wonders about people, their interests, their hobbies, their futures. He liked that idea.
Angelo let out another quiet hum, this one sounding much more interested and less autopilot-esk, curiously watching José trace the lines of his hand. He had little to no idea what the good hell he was doing, but he was intrigued at the very least. If anything, he had to fight back a quiet laugh from how seemingly random it was to him, and it didn't help that his hand felt oddly ticklish at the moment. "Are you trying to give me a palm reading or something?" Angelo curiously asked, slightly raising a brow as he smiled a little bit more with each and every passing second until he was genuinely smiling.
"I've always been interested in why these lines exist on our hands. And I do believe that they can tell someone's future, if you think about them the right way." He hummed out, his smile now matching Angelo's as he chuckled quietly. "Why, do you want one?" He teased quietly, trying to make Angelo smile or laugh. After all, maybe that could ease any tension there was in the room, if any remained. José didn't sense any, but who knew, maybe there was some. He certainly hoped not, given how calm he was trying to be instead of questioning Angelo about his home life like an idiot. No, that was a bad idea, he told himself over and over, and calm down.
Angelo blinked in slight surprise, rolling his eyes and blowing raspberry instead of laughing; it'd sound too much like an airy giggle for him to be comfortable with laughter at the moment, so that was his alternative. "Uuuuh-huh, you really can read palms, José? Waaaait, no, no, I should sayyyyy," He trailed off for a mere second, trying to think of a way to tease José back effectively. Angelo smiled deviously when he got an idea, said smile instantly swapping over so he could playfully pout and swoon. "Oh pleaaaase José, sei così bello!~ Could you pleaaaaase read my palms for me, Joooosé??"
[smol translation time! B)
sei così bello = "you handsome man"]
"Dios mio..." José rolled his eyes as he scoffed softly, letting go of Angelo's hand for a moment before instead looking down at the table. It took him a moment, but he slowly reached out and laced his fingers into Angelo's gently. He seemed nervous to do so, but did it quickly in order to force his anxiety down. He then quietly let out a breath, swallowing hard as he rested his head on his hand in order to have something to do. He's just drumming his fingers on his own cheek as he waited, his father coming out with a basket of lime-infused chips for them to share.
Angelo quietly laughed to himself upon seeing the reaction he was provided with, essentially grinning at this point. Surprisingly, even to himself oddly enough, he didn't yoink his hand away when José interlaced their fingers, rather now lightly playing with the hand he now held, humming contently as he did so. "You know, holding my hand *isn't* reading my palm Joseph," The Italian lightly teased with a small snicker, his playfully devious attitude getting painted over with politeness and respect the second the other's father had walked over with a basket of chips.
[fun honking fact: José roughly translates to Joseph in Italian, jic you were confused as to where that newfound nickname of sorts came from]
"Gracias, papa." Was what he said before he sighed quietly and pulled away from Angelo, seeming slightly uncomfortable doing it around his father, who quietly smiled at them. "What do you two want?" He asked curiously, José clearing his throat before smiling quietly. "Pozole de Pollo, por favor, papa." He asked quietly as he smiled at him, his father nodding before looking over at the Italian. "And you?" He asked curiously, humming to himself as he tilted his head quietly. José quietly sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, quietly closing his eyes as he mumbled to himself. "..."
"Cochinita Pibil, sir, grazie." Angelo quickly responded with a polite smile, still doing his best to not butcher the pronunciation, knowing damn well how infuriating or humourous it could be, depending on how much one mispronounced. He was silently thankful Spanish had a similar pronunciation system as Italian tended to have, though, so at least it didn't *sound* botched. Angelo then calmly relaxed back into his chair, making himself comfortable, practically snuggled into the seat like an owl inside a hole of a tree, not saying anything else afterwards.
His father nodded before looking at José with a soft smile, then walking off to the kitchen in order to make the orders for them. The man across from Angelo looked extremely uncomfortable until his father left, in which case, he relaxed slightly before looking over at Angelo. "I'm sorry I'm uncomfortable, I just..." He sighed softly as he looked away, seeming uncomfortable still as he sighed again. "It...I'm trying to impress you..." He whispered out as he took a slow breath, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm really...really trying to impress you..."
Angelo took a second take, letting himself process the information he was told whilst he sat, doing nothing but putting on a pretty smile whilst his brain went haywire for a moment. That was certainly something, even in his wildest dreams, he would have never though José of all people would say, especially so to him, so of course he'd be shocked. "You're trying to impress... *me?* I- you know how hard of a feat that is, right?..." He questioned uncertainly, pausing for a moment as he looked down to the table. "But I, uhm, well... I think you've been doing a good job thus far if that's the, uh, case..."
José had expected Angelo to laugh in his face, but blinked at the fact that Angelo was *actually* impressed. He now had a soft smile on his face as he took a soft breath for confidence, gently rubbing the back of Angelo's hand with his thumb as he smiled more. "I'm glad..." He hummed out before swallowing quietly and continuing to gently rub at Angelo's hand, trying his best not to lose his confidence. He was impressing Angelo, he was doing okay, everything was fine...he was telling himself that mentally, over and over again so that he'd get it in his head that he was fine.
Angelo returned the soft smile he was shown, falling into a comfortable silence while he peacefully pondered. It was nice to know that José was actively trying to impress him instead of half-ass the date, proving he cared enough about it to actually put effort into it, a rarity the Italian wasn't graced with very often simply due to his economic status. It was a sweet thought, and he couldn't help but giggle under his breath to himself about it. "Soooo, Joseph, if I could so kindly ask, why me?"
He watched him before a smile spread across his face at the giggle. "Oh. You're really impressive, I admire you for your work and the dedication you give to it." He rambled a bit, seeming a bit embarrassed every so often before reaching up and rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "You're real pretty too, but you're just...impressive to me." He hummed out as he gave another sheepish smile to him. "...A-anyway..." He mumbled out as he tried to figure out what to say next, swallowing slowly.
Angelo grinned to himself, lightly swinging his feet below him and his chair as he hummed a sing-songy tune to himself. The Italian looked happy- and he was, overjoyed with the praise he received; even if he technically asked for it; and it wasn't his false-joy situation he'd use all the time back at the office either. After all, who *wouldn't* be happy to hear such words spoken about them from their crush? Angelo had to keep himself still in his seat, oh so desperately wanting to act on impulse right then and there, but no, he told himself, he had to have a little self-restraint. Okay, maybe some more self-restraint. Nope, that wasn't going to work, he felt himself caving already, so, with the signature kuudere grabby hands, Angelo tried to get José to come closer.
The Mexican watched Angelo for a moment before moving to sit next to him with a soft chuckle, reaching over and taking the Italian's hand into his own with a soft smile. "You know...you're really sweet...I'm glad you decided to come on this date with me." He spoke in a calm tone in order to keep them from being eavesdropped on, instead just smiling sweetly at his crush as he leaned in close. Sort of placing his head onto Angelo's shoulder just to test the boundaries and see if Angelo was comfortable with that. After all, they both had to be comfortable for this to really work, otherwise he'd feel bad.
Angelo swiftly sputtered out a quiet giggly laugh, gently playing around with the hand he was newly found to be holding, "You must've gone a little mental sometime recently if you're calling a mafia kid *sweet,* Joseph," He softly spoke with another small laugh, evidently not filtering nor processing what he said as he was mentally off in la-la-land probably dancing around rainbows, swimming in gold, or something of that sort. If that wasn't enough of a sign that the Italian was overly comfortable with their newfound situation, then only Satan himself would know what would be clearer.
José mentally went "WHAT." at those words, but decided not to comment on it since it'd ruin the moment. It was Angelo's business, not his own, so he said nothing about it. "Is there...a reason for the nickname?" He asked curiously, looking over at Angelo for a moment. He knew that his name translated to that, or roughly so, in English, but he didn't quite understand why Angelo would call him that. Besides...spiting him. Which didn't exactly seem to be what Angelo had in mind at the moment, given that Angelo was completely out of it.
Angelo considered the question, trying to figure out a decent way to explain it even while his brain was off elsewhere at the moment due to their closeness. He had found his heaven on earth, confirming it to be none other than José, quietly pondering how the other hadn't noticed just how irregular and quickened his heartbeat had become. Wait, no, that wasn't what he was asked, briefly shaking his other thoughts out of his head for a moment. "Well, it just kind of made sense cus, uhm, Joseph is both the rough English translation and the smooth Italian translation for José, so uh... I could call you something else if you'd rather, though... Like mayyybeeee..." His voice trailed off for a moment, fidgeting with José's hand with a small smile. "...Maybe Bubba; I like Bubba for you." Was he pushing his luck trying a pet name so soon? Yep. Did he genuinely enjoy calling José by one? Absolutely. Was he going to regret calling him by one? Theoretically, if José didn't take to it kindly that was.
José blinked before snorting quietly, snickering as he took a soft breath. "Bubba? Really?" He quietly chuckled before taking another breath and leaning into him. "...Yeah...I like that." He hummed out as he purred happily, closing his eyes comfortably. He seemed comfortable with the pet name, and he smiled lightly. "Buuut only if I get to call you cariño." He teased softly, happy to join his crush in the nickname game, since he wanted so badly to call him "sweetie" sometimes. He then stuck his tongue out with a soft chuckle as he hummed happily. "You are a sweetie though. I know you don't think so, but you really are. You're super sweet." He hummed out as he remained comfortable with Angelo, sighing happily and smiling comfortably. "You're just amazing, muy muy bonito..."
Angelo rolled his eyes, doing his utter best to one, ignore his own blush, and two, to not to fall into a laughing fit or giggle-fest, bordering on either at this point. He shifted ever so slightly and, with his free hand, he gently covered José's mouth in a not-so-serious attempt to stop him from talking. "Okayyyy, geeezzzz you big sap. I understand, ya like me, now stop with the compliments before you make my heart pop," The Italian whined playfully, lightly leaning back into José, practically cuddled up to him at this point as he joyously grinned.
José let out a soft giggle through Angelo's hand, holding both of the Italian's hands in his own before nuzzling Angelo's cheek gently. "Neverrr~ Eres demasiado lindo~!" He teased him with happiness clear in his tone, trying his best to stop giggling despite his happiness to be doing this with his crush. With the heir of the Italian mafia, no less! God, everything was oh-so exciting now, and he quietly hugged closer to him as he sighed quietly. "You're really...I'm so lucky that you decided to come with me...thank you...grazie, grazie, grazie..." He mumbled out thanks, over and over and over again.
Angelo quickly swatted at José like a mildly disapproving, or even pissy, cat the millisecond he heard more than one expression of thanks. He furrowed his brows together but puffed his cheeks out to show he wasn't too *genuinely* upset with that fact, swatting at him for a few seconds more to make sure it came out clear he wanted him to stop. "You're making it sound like a one-in-a-quintillion kind of miracle that I agreed, stop it..." Angelo lightly grumbled, vaguely referencing the fact that the average person normally wouldn't think they stood a chance with somebody of wealth, especially so if they've lived in luxury for a good while. He found that idea mildly infuriating in the fact he saw it as completely and utterly false.
José quickly stopped, smiling sheepishly at him before chuckling softly. "Okay, okay, lo siento, lo siento!" He chuckled quietly before looking up at Angelo with a soft sigh, reaching up to poke Angelo's nose. He'd seen Oliver do it to Aidan, he just hoped Angelo would understand he was trying to be gently flirty with him. Who knew, Angelo might like it...he certainly liked to flirt with Angelo. He smiled softly before looking away gently, leaning back into him while trying his best not to get too into his space by putting his arms around him like he wanted. He so wanted to be that close with Angelo, but oh boy did he not want to upset the Italian.
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