The interior of Angel's house was surprisingly cozy. Not minimalist or sterile like Noah might have expected from someone with military background. Actual furniture that looked comfortable rather than just functional. Artwork on the walls—nothing fancy, just pieces that suggested someone actually lived here rather than just sleeping between deployments.
The dining table was set for two. Candles provided ambient lighting that was definitely intentional, creating atmosphere that made Noah acutely aware this wasn't just casual dinner between colleagues.
Angel gestured toward one of the chairs. "Sit. I'll bring everything out."
