Just Old Friends ((RP locked to _wiccabuffy_))
Never had Angel been so frustrated that he couldn't look at himself in a mirror. It wasn't as if there was anything even remotely implied in the "date" he was having with Buffy that it would be anything but a couple of old acquaintances getting together to do some talking and shopping. Buffy would be getting a little long-overdue pampering, something he knew she gave herself almost never, and he'd get to provide that for her. Nothing implied.
Right.
Angel checked his watch, the glanced out of the window. The sun had gone just far enough behind the horizon, turning the smog layer over the city into a riot of reds and golds, that he would be all right heading out. It was twenty minutes later by the time he arrived at Buffy's motel.
He'd called her not long ago, not taking "no" for an answer to the question of her taking advantage of his hospitality and not sleeping in a cheap cardboard box motel, and Angel hoped she'd listened. Adjusting his jacket and hopefully touching up his hair, he knocked on her door.
Nothing implied, he reminded himself. No expectations.
Right.
Right.
Angel checked his watch, the glanced out of the window. The sun had gone just far enough behind the horizon, turning the smog layer over the city into a riot of reds and golds, that he would be all right heading out. It was twenty minutes later by the time he arrived at Buffy's motel.
He'd called her not long ago, not taking "no" for an answer to the question of her taking advantage of his hospitality and not sleeping in a cheap cardboard box motel, and Angel hoped she'd listened. Adjusting his jacket and hopefully touching up his hair, he knocked on her door.
Nothing implied, he reminded himself. No expectations.
Right.