"Yes, although... I'm not sure about a decision she made." Angelo clears his throat. "As Gio most likely told you, I made plans to escort Miss Charlotte trick-or-treating for the holiday. It seems that she had other plans. She had an alternate costume and set of activities in mind. I was able to keep her from going anywhere unsafe, but... well.." He looks for words.
"It was a very nice evening. We went trick-or-treating, then to the carnival at central park. I won her a stuffed walrus, then escorted her through the 'haunted' attraction. We went out for dinner afterwards, and... she... she asked me if it was a date. I told her right away that I'd never presume such a thing without telling her in advance. She... she seemed almost upset. I made sure I hadn't offended her, and the rest of the meal was... it was very nice." He seems almost wistful.
"The real complication came when I brought her home to the embassy. I..." He blushes. "I was dressed as Sir Gareth, you see, and I guess I was just feeling rather emboldened.. I kissed her hand. Then she manhandled me by the collar and kissed me. A good deal more fully." Angelo has turned a faint crimson by now, gesturing to his face to make sure Andrew understands what happened.
"I'm not sure what to do."
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