Disclaimer: I don't own Rent

AN: I decided to start giving my chapters titles. And if you know which chapter titles are song references and which songs they reference and what this chapter references a LOT, you get a lifetime supply of cookies :)

"Angeeeeel," Collins whined loudly, "I'm hungryyyyyyyyy!"

"Stop whining and let me finish feeding Giacomo!"

"Giacomo schmacomo, let's go eat somewhere!"

"Patience is a virtue, Collins!"

"Fine." Collins sulked on the couch and pouted until Angel skipped in from the kitchen and sat on his lap.

"Collins, let's go somewhere to eat!"

Collins looked to the side with a pout. "Hmph. NOW you want to."

"Come on, Tommy…" Collins kept pouting. Angel turned sideways to straddle Collins' legs and she moved her lips just inches away from his ear, purring, "I'll reward you when we get back…" Collins reached to kiss her, but she stood quickly off his lap. "Not until you go to dinner with me!"

"Fine. So… where do you want to go? The Life Café?"

"You go there all the time! You need to branch out more!"

"Well, then… hmmm… ooh, I know. You go put on a dress. A nice one. I need to change, too."

Collins grabbed the 3-piece suit that he had bought who-knows-how-long ago and the phone and retreated into the bathroom. He remembered the phone number, having memorized it out of the phone book for some special night. He figured tonight was as good a night as any. Le Café du Pierre was the name, and it served all kinds of unpronounceable cuisine. He made reservations for two at the most secluded and romantic table in the house and changed into his suit. He opened the door to see Angel in what was possibly the most gorgeous dress he had ever seen. It was tight and dark green, and the deep, dark velvet hugged Angel's silhouette perfectly. She spun around and struck a diva pose.

"Do you like it? Mimi helped me make it! And I saved up some money for these." She hiked up the dress a little and stuck a leg out to show off the black silk stockings she was wearing.

"Wow…" was all Collins could croak out. "Maybe we should just stay home..."

"Mister Thomas Collins, get your mind out of the gutter! We're going out to eat whether you like it or not."

As she turned her back to grab her purse, Collins noticed the abundance of buttons on the back. He counted 20 buttons and a strap. "Wow…" he repeated as he subtly shoved a couple of candles into his pocket to light at the restaurant.

"You coming, baby?" Angel called from the door. He had spaced out thinking about that dress.

"Yeah..." he answered, and with that, they were out the door and headed for the restaurant.