~Angel Dust's point of view~

"C'mon, Pops, you gotta get ready for your date!" Mercy and Stitches exclaimed, dragging me into the master bedroom.

"What date? Who am I going out with?" I asked, confused and a little bit mad.

"I set you up with a blind date, Pops. You don't even have to like the guy, but he's paying for dinner at the Olive Garden." Mercy explained.

"And we figured that you needed to relax a little bit, so...blind date." Stitches agreed with his sister. "Pick out something nice from the closet."

I hesitantly picked out my outfit, going with a plain black pinstriped suit and a tie. I grabbed my hooker boots after consulting the entire pile of shoes that I owned. I put the clothes on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror.

Mercy pushed me to the vanity, sitting me down.

"You need a pop of color." Stitches sighed, getting out one of the most colorful eyeshadow palettes I had and a few little brushes. He started doing my makeup quickly, cursing the fact that the multiple sets of arms gene didn't hit him. He made his hands disappear so he could see what he was doing. In almost five minutes, I had an intricate lace pattern in black over a red eyeshadow on my eyelids with falsies over my eyelashes.

"How the fuck-"

"Don't. Don't question it." Mercy sighed, putting black lipstick on my lips. "Stitches is a kind of magic that you really shouldn't question."

"You're right, I am. That type of magic is special and the type of magic user I am is Artist." Stitches teased.

"You two are ridiculous." I laughed, hugging both of them as I looked at myself in the mirror after moving a piece of art off it. I looked down at it to find Al's neatly written first initial next to the number date from three days ago. It was an illustration of me sleeping. I flipped it over to find a little note written on it from Al, telling me how much he wanted to see me and how much he loved me.

I put it back up on the mirror so it wasn't in the way of my reflection, but I grabbed a pen and drew little hearts around Alastor's art signature.

"Your date says that he will probably arrive after you, but he has a table reserved under R.D. He's picking up something that he's been putting off. Do you want me to drop you at the Olive Garden?" Mercy asked after answering a call.

"If you would, that'd be great." I replied, grabbing my purse, my headphones, and my phone. Mercy dropped me off and I was seated automatically by the ladies at the reception desk.

I zoned out, listening to music as I scrolled through Sinstagram. It was around ten minutes that felt like seconds that I'd been scrolling when I felt a hand land on my shoulder and a bouquet of black and white roses was presented to me. I took my headphones off with one hand, accepting the flowers hesitantly.

"I hope I didn't get here too late." A voice whispered as the male figure sat across from me. I avoided looking at his face, pretending that I was out on a date with my husband instead of some random stranger. "Hi, Princess." The voice greeted me in a familiar, loving, shy tone.

I let my eyes wander to the man's face out of curiosity. A pair of beautiful scarlet eyes stared peeked back at me from behind his red fringe. He was wearing red, his signature color. He had a smile on his face and his monocle was propped on his cheek.

"Alastor? Is it really you?" I asked, not trusting my eyes.

"Yes, it's me. Hi, darling, I'm home." Alastor confirmed giddily.

"I thought you were gone forever... yet here ya are, three months later, to make me fall for you again." I sighed, taking his hand gently to confirm that he was a physical being. I kissed his knuckles and pressed my face into his palm as tears appeared in my eyes.

He gently scooted his chair closer to me and fretted over me as I started to cry, fumbling for his handkerchief.

"Come now, dear, I don't want you to cry over me. Smile." Alastor tried as he wiped my tears. He planted kisses on my forehead, nose, and on my cheeks. His kissed my hands and my tear tracks.

I giggled through my stuffy nose. "Stop, Al, not in public." I laughed.

"I won't stop until you stop crying." Alastor said with a fake mad face. "I love you so much." He grumbled, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Okay, okay! I'll stop. I love you too, Smiles." I laughed, kissing him on the cheek as I carded my fingers through his shortened red hair. He scooted back to his spot as the maître d' came up to our table to offer us a starting beverage.

Alastor and I quietly debated before agreeing on red wine. They sped away to another table, giving us time to figure out our orders.

I chose mushroom ravioli after staring at the menu blankly for about three minutes. Alastor chose a steak with a shrug.

"Neither of us really know what to do with menus, huh." Alastor laughed after a few seconds of us trying not to laugh at each other.

"No, no, we don't." I agreed, wheezing a little bit with laughter. The maître 'd came back, pouring us some wine and asking if we wanted breadsticks and a soup or salad for an entrée.

"Who doesn't want the breadsticks? Of course we want the bread. Also-we'll have the salad, thank you." I replied.