Disclaimer: I don't own RENT!

AN: My name is Miranda and I'm writing. I'm writing and my name is Miranda. Anyone who gets that gets a cookie  Oh, and blame Katy for any weird French… No, they're not supposed to be real food names

It didn't take long to get to the restaurant, but Angel's feet were already aching. It didn't help that she was wearing new, taller (if that was even possible) shoes. As soon as they got in the door, Angel flopped onto the padded bench next to the host's podium. Collins stood in front of the podium, waiting for the host to get off the phone.

"Excuse me," he said as soon as the host had hung up, "I have a reservation for 2 at the back table for Collins."

"Is the other one coming?"

"She's right there." The host grimaced as soon as he saw where Collins was pointing.

"Oh, I didn't know you were… people of that lifestyle."

"And why does it matter?" Angel said indignantly from the bench.

"It doesn't matter," the host lied. "Follow me to the back."

The table in the back was very romantic. It was in front of a booth that seated two people, and it was very secluded from the rest of the tables. The window looked out over a beautiful lake that glistened and reflected the sunset. Collins pulled the candles out of his pocket and held both to the small oil lamp that sat in the middle of the table until they lit, then placed them in the center of the table and sat down.

"You can take this oil lamp," he said to the host, then turned back to Angel, who had sat down beside him. "Well, do you like it?"

"It's wonderful!" Angel wrapped her arms around Collins' neck and drew him in for a long kiss that drew stares from the people eating. They picked up their menus and tried to find something to eat.

"Pantalon de cinq fromages? What the hell is that, Ang?"

"Pants… five… cheese? I don't think I want to know."

"What about escargot? That sounds good…"

"Collins, that's cooked snails."

"Never mind… don't they have hamburgers here?"

"They have foie gras burgers."

"What's foie gras?"

"Goose livers."

"Why is everything here utterly disgusting?"

"Look, they have onion soup, that sounds pretty good."

"Okay, let's get that. Waiter?"

They ordered their food, two onion soups and a large salad for them to share, as well as a bottle of wine, then sat back in their seats, gazing at the lake. Angel leaned her head over on Collins' shoulder. "It's so beautiful, Tom…"

"I know of something hundreds of times more beautiful."

"And what is that?" Angel already knew what his answer was, but she loved when he said it.

"You, of course." He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss, but was interrupted by the waiter.

"Excuse me, monsieurs, but I must ask you to refrain from public displays of affection. I am afraid it may offend our other customers."

"But those two at the other table are practically eating each other's faces!" Angel all but shouted.

"I am afraid, monsieur, that that is different."

"Who are you calling 'monsieur?'" Angel was straining against her urge to jump up and throttle the waiter.

"Y-y-you, monsieur…"

Angel grabbed her bag. "Collins, we are leaving."

"But, Angel, I…"

"We never got our food, so we shouldn't have to pay. Isn't that right, 'monsieur?'" She shot the waiter a death glare.

"Y-y-yes, of course, mons – madame."

"Come on, honey, let's go. I'd rather eat food out of a carton at home while sitting on you than eat this over-priced crap sitting in some stupid booth." Collins grabbed her hand, and, for good measure, gave her a long, hard kiss as he flipped off everyone in the restaurant. They stormed out, leaving the restaurant patrons and staff in a shocked silence.

"Ces homosexuels…" the waiter sighed.

On the way home, Angel spotted a Chinese take-out place. "Come on, we haven't eaten, let's get some nice food-in-a-carton."

They looked rather out of place wearing a gown and a suit in a take-out restaurant, but they didn't attract any complaints, even when they decided to occupy their time by finding out how long they could keep kissing without stopping to breathe. Eventually their food was ready, and they made their way back home, where they feasted upon orange chicken and fried rice with Angel perched on Collins' lap.

"So," Collins said, "Does this beat eating over-priced crap in a booth?"

"Definitely." Angel replied as she leaned down to kiss him.

"So, do I get that reward now?"

"Hmm…" Angel paused to think.

"Tease," Collins muttered.

"Okay, I guess…"

And I'll leave the rest up to your dirty imaginations x3