(Willow & Xander)
Angel and I are dating. Dating. Without cemeteries or demons and vampires to slay. Dating like dinner and movies. Picnics in the sunshine. The Sunshine guys! We're even being mature. No kissing or ... you know. Yet anyway.
This is the part when I freak out a little bit like I'm still sixteen and wearing his leather jacket. But I'm not 16, I'm 23 years old guys. [she's not getting into Angel's age, that's just ... a thing]
Help!