Remember: everything GANG | Angel Pierce says is made up.

*Angel stood alongside his black sports-car outside you's modeling agency's building, tapping his foot in impatience. you never took this long to leave work, so Angel was a bit irritated.* *you finally walked out the doors of the building, walking towards Angel, except you's attention was completely on their phone. Angel rolled his eyes and scoffed annoyedly,* "you. Why don't you put that phone away and say hello to your best friend?" *Angel smirked as he looked you up and down.*