Both Buffy and Angel wished the night would never end. They lay on the blanket now, staring up at the stars, holding tightly to each other, so close to each other, so happy. He felt her shiver, and sat up, taking off his knee length jacket, and putting it over her, glad he'd worn long sleeves. They lay like that, sometimes sharing words of love and devotion, other times speaking of their past, sometimes of their future, but most of the time was spent basking in the comfortable silence. They fell asleep in each others arms, smiling wider than either of them ever had. The rest of the world, all the perils they'd faced, the drama that had held their lives for so long, it was all forgotten. They were together, the way they were meant to be. But this tale is far from over.

Angel awoke the next morning, the bright sun above them, shining down on the beautiful setting around them. Buffy had once told him she didn't look very good in the light, but as he gazed down at her now, he knew she couldn't have been more wrong with that. She was the vision of beauty. Angel hadn't even known true beauty until that moment, when he looked down at the girl in his arms, the girl with her arms around him, the sun shining down on her, her hair tussled, his coat lying over her. He wondered how he got so lucky, to love someone so beautiful and kind, and be loved by them in return. What did he do to deserve her? She was the light of his life. The sun wasn't that thing in the sky to Angel, the sun was Buffy. His thumb gently caressed her cheek. Her eyes slowly opened, to gaze up at Angel as he stared down at her. "Oh, is my hair messed up?" She asked, assuming that was why he was staring. He shook his head, a stupid and goofy grin on his lips.

"No, you look perfect." He whispered, as if it was a secret. "Absolutely beautiful." Her cheeks flushed light pink and she buried her face in his chest. His grin widened. "Okay, as much as I hate to say it, I think its time we got up. We can go out to breakfast." Buffy groaned in protest, not wanting to leave—or even move. She liked this place. She wanted them to stay there forever, in each others arms. She lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes—oh his eyes, they made her stomach do flip-flops, they were, aside from his smile, her favorite thing about him.

"No," She whined, "I don't want to go. I'm not hungry." She lied. Her lie was given away by her stomach, which growled loudly. Angel gave a small laugh, starting to sit up, causing her to sit up as well, because she refused to take her arms off him, and he still had his around her as well. "Are you going to carry me again?" Buffy asked with a childish excitement. Angel stood, and picked her up, all in one motion. She squealed, grinning widely. "Yay." He smiled, and began to carry her to the car, leaving the picnic things behind. He'd get them later. And even if he didn't, it wouldn't be bad at all, because carrying her, and making her happy, was worth more than a blanket, a basket, and some plates and things. They arrived at the car, although Buffy wasn't aware. She'd fallen back to sleep in Angels arms. It made it hard for him to get her into the car, but somehow he managed. They had one of those cars with the middle seat in the front, which is where he put her. He got in the drivers seat as Buffy stirred. She didn't move much, but she did rest her head on his shoulder, and she did move her arms around him. He smiled, and started the car. The sweet sound of Barry Manilow seeped from the speakers in the car, over powering the sound of Buffy's soft snoring. Angel drove for about an hour before he finally pulled into the parking lot of a quant little diner. He sat in the parked car, sleeping Buffy still snoring, and her arms still around him. He moved his arms around her, and held her for a few minutes, before he gently shook her, to wake her up.

"Buffy." He whispered her name. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Morning, sunshine." He cooed, lightly kissing her forehead. She smiled, raking her fingers through her hair, untangling the tangles that had formed. "We're at the diner, but if you're tired I can let you sl—."

"No, I'm hungry." She slowly let go of him, and he did the same. She sat up on her own, stretching as best she could while inside the car. She gave a small yawn, before starting to get out of the car. Apparently Angel had gotten out of the car while she was stretching, or something, because he was already standing by her door, opening it for her, taking her hand as she got out. The two of them, hand in hand, walked into the diner. They sat at a table across from each other, their fingers entwined under the table, staring into each others eyes, so lost in each other that they didn't even notice the waitress when she walked up to their table.

"What can I can for you two?" The woman asked. She sneered at the couple when they didn't notice her. "Hello? Anybody home?" She asked, waving her hand in front of them both, bringing them out of the lovely world they'd fallen into, the world that they were the only people in.

"What?" Both Buffy and Angel said at the same time looking at the waitress.

"What can I get for you two?"

"Waffles!" Buffy said, over excited. "And orange juice. Please."

"I'll have the same, thanks." Angel was much less enthused than Buffy. It didn't take long for them to get what they'd ordered. Angel, who wasn't that hungry, only had one waffle, while Buffy ate the two that had been given to her, and half of the one Angel hadn't eaten. "Are you going to snore on the way home too?" Angel asked playfully, sipping the coffee he'd bought, looking across the table at Buffy, who leaned over and gently hit him on the shoulder.

"I don't snore." She retorted.

"Yes you do. I could hardly hear the music over your snoring."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying, you snore."

"Well you do too!"

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. I sleep next to you, I would know."

"How can you hear me over your own snoring?" Now while someone may think they were having a fight, they really weren't. Fighting, it was something they so rarely did. This was simply a playful little conversation that would normally lead to kissing, except they were interrupted before it led to that, by the check being placed down on their table. Angel grabbed the check, nervous as to what the cost would be, he hated spending money… he was just an old man who remembered when everything had been so much cheaper. But he was getting use to it. This check wasn't so bad. He paid it, but they didn't leave yet. They decided to stay until they finished their coffees. Once they were finished they started to get up, and Angel nearly bumped into a young blonde woman. "I'm sorr,"

"Angel?" The girl cut him off.

"Nina?" His voice cracked.