Part two

Cordelia was trading poor Doyle, telling him that he was wrong and
stupid
about something or other, when Angel walked in.
Cordelia cut herself off mid-insult and smiled sweetly at Angel. "Hello
Angel. Coffee?"
"Yes", Angel replied, sitting at the table – complete with his
thoughtful
look and pose. "What were you arguing about today?" he asked wearily.
"We weren't arguing! I was just telling Doyle that he's and idiot for
not
even asking you for the day off on his birthday!" Cordelia replied
without
thinking, as she set a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Angel.
Doyle actually blushed. "Cordelia!"
Angel looked up from his thoughts, surprised. "Your birthday! You
didn't
tell me that it was your birthday soon Doyle. When?"
"Tomorrow", Doyle replied quietly.
"Tomorrow! You should have told me Doyle," Angel replied.
Then he had an idea and jumped up. He realised that the others were
looking
at him strangly, and so he sat back down. Picking up his coffee
gingerly, he
told Doyle "Well then, you can have tomorrow night off, if you want.
Cordelia's right, you deserve it."
"Hey! I didn't say he deserved it! I just sa-" Angel cut Cordelia off
with
a look.
"Doyle?" he asked.
"I'd rather come in than spend the night alone," Doyle replied. "But
thanks
for the offer," he added, not wanting to seem ungrateful.
Angel nodded in understanding. Cordelia however, was not that tactful.
"Alone? Why would you be alone on your birthday? Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm
talking to Doyle. You have no life," she told him.
"No life! What about….."
Angel just tuned them out and sighed. Operation Pair Up had just begun.