DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Well kinda the waiter, though he's pretty name-less.
TIMELINE: I'd say whenever you want. I mean you could put this anywhere after season one. (Though after season three it's be AU)
SPOLIERS: None
SYNOPSIS: Buffy and Angel go out to dinner.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you want this, go ahead and take it, please. I love having my stuff on other sites. Though if you don't want it, that's okay too.
FEEDBACK: Even if you flame me I will happy. I need something, anything!!!
RATING: G-PG

"Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you almost ready?" his voiced came through the living room.

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses."

He sighed, "But, love, you realize that it has already been an hour?"

Angel could almost hear the pout that undoubtedly appeared on her face, "I just wanna look good for you. What's wrong with that?"

"You could never look bad Buffy, you know that. You also know that you don't need an hour to get ready."

"Do you even know who you're talking to mister?" Buffy said as she came downstairs.

"Buffy?"

"What?" she asked.

"No, I mean, I do know who I am talking to, you. Buffy."

She smiled, "Ahhhh, okay, making more sense. And yes, but you need to know that I am a girl, a girl who likes to look good for her date."

"But you know that--" he was interrupted.

"Yes, I know that I always look good, but I need to believe that. Which I don't until I spend an hour getting ready. See?"

Angel just nodded his head, he wasn't going to win this one.

"Yes, I see."

"No, you don't, but that's okay anyway. So do you like?" she twirled for him.

She wore a blue dress that had a bunch of flowers at the bottom. As the dress went up, the flowers because less. The dress had short sleeves and came to mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a French twist, and her makeup done perfectly.

"Yes, very much."

She grabbed his shirt collar, "Good, so let's go," and dragged him outside.

"Do you know what I like about Fridays?" Buffy asked him as she checked her makeup in the mirror one last time.

"What?" Angel asked, already knowing the answer as he opened the car door.

She leaned back into the seat, "The fact that there is no work on Fridays. That I get a weekend of freedom."

Angel chuckled, and kissed her at a red light. She smiled at him and then turned her attention to the radio, fiddling with the knob. She found her favorite station and started singing along. Angel could only watch her and thank God for bringing her to him.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he looked away.

"No, not nothing, something. What?"

"Nothing, really, just that I love you more than anything."

"Awww, thanks. I love you too. So where are we going anyways?"

"It's a secret."

"A secret huh? Any chance of me finding out this great secret?"

"Nope."

"Nope? As in never?"

Angel shook his head, "No, nope as in not for another couple minutes. Just be patient."

"Fine," Buffy mock-huffed.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. Angel opened his door and then went around to open Buffy's for her.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome m'am," he smiled.

Buffy and Angel walked into the restaurant arm in arm. Buffy's eyes went wide and she turned to him.

"Angel! This restaurant is way pricey. We don't have to go here."

"Buffy, you know I don't care about money."

"Still, You don't need to do this. We can go to the Bronze, eat their day old muffins, and I'd still be happy."

"Then you have little tastes," he joked.

"True, true, but--"

"No buts, you know you like it."

She smiled, "Like it? You kidding? This this is... beautiful. Thank you."

Buffy started kissing him and about half the way into the kiss the waiter interrupted them.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, we have reservations under Driscoll."

"Right this way," he instructed after checking the name.

Angel glared. That waiter's eye were a little roam-y, if you asked him. And Angel had to show Buffy was his. He removed his hand from hers and slipped his arms around her waist. Buffy gave a little giggle.

"I love you," she told him, already sensing what was wrong.

"I know, but *he* doesn't know that."

"Sure he does, wasn't that the guy that caught us kissing?"

Angel seemed unconvinced, "Still..."

"Still nothing."

"Okay."

Angel and Buffy followed the waiter to their table. It was located right next to the dance floor where a jazz band was playing. The waiter helped Buffy to her chair, giving Angel another chance to glare.

"Thanks," Buffy flashed a smile to the guy.

"No problem miss, I will return soon."

After he left, Angel leaned over the table to give Buffy another quick kiss.

"Possessive much?"

"A little," he answered with a smile.

"Well, it's sweet. But no growling at the waiter," warned.

"Hey!" Angel held up his arms in defense, "that was only that one time after you told me the guy was hot."

She grinned, but said nothing.

When the waiter came back they ordered their drinks. The waiter flashed another prize winning smile to Buffy, which she ignored for Angel's sake. Angel smiled his thanks to the waiter.

"Oh, so you can flirt with the waiter and I can't?" Buffy joked.

"That was being polite, maybe you should learn some manners," he told her.

"Ha. Ha. You know you want me to be mean to him."

"Maybe."

"Sure, I am going to go to the bathroom. If the waiter comes back, just order for me. I'll be right back."

Buffy took her purse with her and walked in the direction of the restrooms. Angel sat, taking some more time to figure out what he wanted.

Buffy returned with a kiss and sat down.

"So did he come?"

"No."

"Oh, okay."

The waiter came back to take the food order, and to give them their drinks. A slow song was begining, and Angel stood up.

"May I have this dance?"

"Of course, sir. Always."

And together they danced in each others arms.

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