Was Cas fond of seeing the mothers on this day get into a tizzy over nothing? Well, yes and no. It was funny when they acted this unreasonably, like this one's mother was. It was only the noise that seemed to bother him; the screeching was never fun and it was strange how they thought he couldn't hear a word of what they were saying. 'Tell you all you want to hear at lunch but Stand you up for another woman at dinner. How clever," Cas rolled his eyes, wondering just what was keeping him parked in front of the lawn at this house. He already saw the cloak, and the girl underneath it. He saw the mother, shrill and overly concerned just like all the other mothers. There had to be something there keeping him.
Red was an attractive color, but maybe it was the house itself attracting Cas? Turning the keys, he decided to stay just a little longer. Maybe until he got truly bored, maybe when he was kicked off. Time would tell. When he decided to get a closer look though, he wasn't surprised that little red decided to stare at him through the window. Reading her face, she was definitely curious, but not scared. At least it was nice not having scared doe eyes scared back at him, even if they hid their inner lust and desires. When mother dearest shut the blinds on them, Cas figured he might as well go then, make the mystery all that more exciting.
Cas stopped though when the argument came back just as loud and the girl wanted to apologize. Apologize? What exactly happened for an apology? At least from her anyway. If mother were to apologize, that would have been a different story. And maybe taking a more … lived woman to bed would be more of a challenge. But sure enough, she came out with a plate of cake and a smile. Why was she smiling like that? She made it clear that she knew what kind of man he was. So she wasn't naïve. Maybe she was just stupid. Or worse, stupidly brave. He stood, leaning against the bike as she approached him, handing him the cake and apologizing. "Mama' isn't too fond of me I see." Cas pointed out as he could see her mother's incredibly watchful eye from the slit of the curtains.
He gave a slow, robotic wave and gave a small, satisfied smirk when she huffed. Cas soon turned his attention back to the girl, holding the cake in his hands; he kept switching his gaze between her and the cake, seeing that she might have been waiting for him to take a bite. After all, it wasn't like he had storage to put the piece away in. So Cassian, despite his aversion to anything too sweet, started to take bites of the cake. Layer upon layer of sugar and vanilla took over his mouth but he kept his composure. Tiny pieces ended up getting picked up by his tongue, and there would be times his fork would linger around his mouth; intentional or not, they were almost always accompanied with his eyes on the debutant.
Cas finished eating, continuing to think about her reason for apologizing. "You don't gotta apologize Red. After all, mama could be right," he said as he handed her the empty plate, his lips near her ear. "I could be dangerous." He said, his voice low as he gave a wink to her incredibly disapproving mother before pulling away. He felt like scoffing at the idea of attending one of those stupid parties. They would be everywhere; it surprised him how many people even kept track of all of them. "Very sweet, but I have to go Red." He said, turning the engine one. He leaned forward, his fingers suddenly in between parts of the cloak, feeling the fabric and stitching. It was a much better quality of cloak than he expected, and even closer up, the color was stunning.
Cas wanted to see it again. In a strange way, the conversation wasn't the worst, and he could see her again too without a headache coming on. "Come by the garage tomorrow. And keep this on for me." He said, putting a corner of the cloak up to her lips before letting go and getting on his bike. As he drove off, he didn't look back as he disappeared into one of his dwellings in the thicket.