Hello everyone!! Well I finally made my first story, and it is about an idea that has been floating around my head for awhile. I am not sure if you guys will like it so this is a taster chapter to see if I should continue. So please tell me what you think and enjoy and I can start updating.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own anything in the world of Angel.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

That is the saying I lived by for the whole eighteen years of my life. I always just saw the black and white, the good and bad, until recently, because recently the grey started becoming a whole load more pronounced.

My parents were never what you would call normal, I mean they weren't bad parents; they just had a certain look on life that was different to others. I guess I always just chose to ignore it; the saying ignorance was bliss was there for a reason, right?

My ignorance lasted up until two years ago when I was told that my parents had left this world. Car accident. I then did what any other hormonal 16 year old would have done, I acted out. I discovered my love of certain liquids and the male anatomy. I was then shoved into a group foster home until my eighteenth birthday, which was four months ago.

I have been living in LA for exactly four months, sharing an apartment and an office with my new friend Stephanie. It wasn't the Plaza but it was… comfy.

Who am I kidding it was hole, dark and damp, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.

I guess I could have had it a whole load worse, I mean if it wasn't for Stephanie I would be taking my clothes off for a living. Instead here I am serving fat middle class people overpriced coffee and cake they probably shouldn't be eating in the first place.

I didn't see him until a couple of nights ago but according to my friend, Stephanie he had been coming to the café a lot recently. I am not quite sure how I missed him as saying he was attractive was an incredible understatement. Brooding, dark, dangerous, hot were the words that came to mind. He is the kind of guy you fantasise about, the guy that takes over and corrupts your thoughts, the kind of guy you definitely notice.

So here I am now trying to get the damn cappuccino machine to work whilst sparing glances to Mr. Dark and Brooding over there who is currently sitting in my section of the café. Guess I can't prolong this any longer time to go talk to Mr. Attractive.

"Hey sir, my names Ella, what can I get you?" oh god my voice sounds too fake and bubbly even to me.

"Black coffee please, and by the way it's Angel."

Thanks for reading!