Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Angel aren't mine.
Time: Takes place at the beginning of season 2 of Angel, and after OotP.
Notes: For the 200-word odd couple challenge. If it's still going on.
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The man eyed her over his glass. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She currently had quite the crowd of bragging men around her.
"Did I mention that I recently won the lottery?"
"Yeah? Well, I'm on the Olympic swim team!"
The poor woman looked as if she wanted to disappear.
He decided to take action, be a champion.
Several things popped into his mind as he came near her chair.
Show her your biceps!
Tell her how fast you can translate!
He dismissed these, because they weren't very polite, after all.
Squeezing through the men, he tapped her on the shoulder, and she swung around, looking weary.
"Can we leave this place? It's quite...lacking."
He was hoping she would catch on. She quickly did.
"I agree. 'Zis place is boring. Shall we go?"
As soon as they were outside, she let out a breath she was holding.
"Merci. Do you 'ave a name?"
"Wesley Wydham-Pryce. And yours?"
"Fleur Delacour."
Wesley extended his hand, but Fleur ignored it and kissed his cheek. He looked dazed.
"'Zank you, Wesley."
He couldn't stop grinning the rest of the night.
She thought that maybe Los Angeles wasn't so bad.
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