@theblackpxnther wanted a VDAY THING đź’–
   She would be lying if she said she wasn’t admiring the way his companions from the Dora Milaje moved. Elegance adorning unwavering strength. It was probably rude of her to gaze upon them instead of him, but what was done was done.
When King T’Challa made it clear that he was walking up to her, however, she turned on the barstool to face him. The lounge of this impossibly luxurious hotel was filled with people who actually had the means to be there, herself being the only exception even though she did clean up well enough to enter and stay there undisturbed. The King himself was supposed to be there in order to attend a very important meeting, one that would not appreciate any SHIELD supervision. Which is why the organization asked her, an occasional outside hire, to hang around just in case.
“Your Majesty.” She greeted him with a solemn bow of her head, slowly lifting her gaze to meet his. Angel doubted he knew who she was, but figured he’d have known at first glance what she was doing there.Â