Billy politely looks away when Angel kisses Mark. It shouldn't bother him in the least. He barely knew Mark and Angel seemed nice enough. So what was that strange twisting deep in his gut? He felt like he was being jilted some how. It didn't make sense. He was just going to lunch with Mark. So why did he feel dread dragging at the pit of his stomach?

He managed to put on a friendly smile when attention was turned back to him. And there were arms wrapped around him. He returned the hug, if a little hesitantly.

"He's not allowed to," Billy announces, putting on a smug face. "But I know how artists can get. Speaking of which," he opened his wallet again. He'd almost hesitated in giving over the money. His reasons to refuse it dripped with jealousy. All the more reason to push passed it. He pulled out two twenties, twice what he'd planned to give at first, and offered them to Angel. "Consider it a gift from the fat cats at Valkyrie."