The phone rang for the sixth time. Harmony rolled her eyes and finally dropped her emory board on her cluttered desk.
"Angel Investigations, I'm so sure this is really important," she said, answering the phone in the most annoyed, uninterested tone she could muster.
"Uh... hi... this is Buffy Summers... I need to speak with Angel," the voice at the other end barely squeaked out.
Another roll of the eyes. Buffy. Great, Harmony thought. And I took this job why?
"Hi Buffy. It's Harmony. Let me go see if dark and moody can spare a second from his brooding," she quipped.
Buffy twisted the phone cord as she waited for Angel to pick up the line. Harmony. Working for Angel. Now that was even more ridiculous than when she had found out Cordelia was his secretary. And she had found that hilarious.
"Buffy?" It was Angel.
"Hi... I, uh... can we get together and talk?"
She didn't sound right. Something about her voice worried him. His eyes darted around the room before he returned his full attention to her call.
"Uh, yeah," he said, with just a little too much hope in his voice. "Are you in town?"
"Yeah. I'm... I'm here. Here I am. I'd rather if we met somewhere... maybe for coffee tonight?"
"Sure," he answered. "Coffee. I'll watch." Angel had never been one for the pretense of humanity as Spike had. Food didn't interest him.
"Okay, then. There's a little diner not too far from the Hyperion. It's called The Hole In The Wall diner. I'll meet you there at 8."
She hung up quickly. No goodbye. No see ya later. Angel's mouth hung open, ready to say something when he heard the dial tone return to his phone.
"Catching flies, Peaches?" asked the familiar blonde man standing in his doorway.
Angel scowled, snapping his mouth shut.
"Don't you ever knock?"
"Angel Investigations, I'm so sure this is really important," she said, answering the phone in the most annoyed, uninterested tone she could muster.
"Uh... hi... this is Buffy Summers... I need to speak with Angel," the voice at the other end barely squeaked out.
Another roll of the eyes. Buffy. Great, Harmony thought. And I took this job why?
"Hi Buffy. It's Harmony. Let me go see if dark and moody can spare a second from his brooding," she quipped.
Buffy twisted the phone cord as she waited for Angel to pick up the line. Harmony. Working for Angel. Now that was even more ridiculous than when she had found out Cordelia was his secretary. And she had found that hilarious.
"Buffy?" It was Angel.
"Hi... I, uh... can we get together and talk?"
She didn't sound right. Something about her voice worried him. His eyes darted around the room before he returned his full attention to her call.
"Uh, yeah," he said, with just a little too much hope in his voice. "Are you in town?"
"Yeah. I'm... I'm here. Here I am. I'd rather if we met somewhere... maybe for coffee tonight?"
"Sure," he answered. "Coffee. I'll watch." Angel had never been one for the pretense of humanity as Spike had. Food didn't interest him.
"Okay, then. There's a little diner not too far from the Hyperion. It's called The Hole In The Wall diner. I'll meet you there at 8."
She hung up quickly. No goodbye. No see ya later. Angel's mouth hung open, ready to say something when he heard the dial tone return to his phone.
"Catching flies, Peaches?" asked the familiar blonde man standing in his doorway.
Angel scowled, snapping his mouth shut.
"Don't you ever knock?"