[i][color=crimson] Look at all of these delectable meals here.[/color][/i] she whispers in her head. [i][color=crimson]Don't you just want to go for them?[/color][/i] Angel shakes her head and stares at the back of the seat in front of her, but she can feel all peoples' eyes on her. The plane begins to descend and she takes a deep shaking breath, murmuring, "[color=violet]You had a meal last night. You'll be fine for a couple days.[/color]"

[i][color=crimson]Oh you're no fun[/color][/i] Promiscuity, or Promise as she called her, whispers back before falling silent. The plane finally lands and Angel quickly stands up and grabs her stuff. She shoves passed people to get off the plane, clutching the email in her hand. She hurries outside of the airport and runs to a cab. 

"[color=violet]Will you take me here?[/color]" she asks the cab driver, showing him the address, or rather, the name. He nods and they drive immediately out. They get there within a few moments and she hops out of the cab, paying the man. He stares at her and she sighs, slamming the door shut. She looks out and sees a few people standing out front. She hurries over to them, making sure to keep silent.