Cordelia peered over the edge of her coffee mug. Angel was sitting on the round couch in the middle of the lobby, pretending to read the newspaper while he stared at Spike. The blond vampire was resting on the stairs, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. Spike's jeans were hanging dangerously low on his hips, his shirt discarded long ago. Even though they were at least ten feet away, Cordelia felt like she was intruding on an intimate moment. She grabbed her mug and walked over to the stairs, kicking Spike in the leg as she passed.

"Get a room. There's plenty."