Mark and Angel walked down the sidewalk. They had been a bit quiet. It was kind of weird for anything to being quite when Angel was around. It was making Mark really nervous, because he had no idea she was listening in on him and Collins earlier.

"Is there something wrong Angel?" Mark asked her, and she sighed, and looked at him.

"Mark…is there something wrong with me?" She asked him, making Mark make a wild face.

"What?" He asked her, absolutely stunned. Why on earth would she ask something like that?

"You heard me, what's wrong with me?" Angel asked him again, and stopped walking. Mark stopped with her, and looked at her.

"There is nothing wrong with you Angel…at least…I don't think-Is there something wrong Angel?" He asked. He couldn't imagine where this was all coming from. Just a few minutes ago, she was prancing around her apartment, serving hot cocoa, and spinning for her boyfriend. "This doesn't have anything to do with your butt does it?" He hopefully wondered. Angel looked into his eyes, a horror-struck look on her face.

"Is THAT what this is about!" She screamed. Mark looked at her again, obviously, neither one of them knew what the other was getting at.

"Angel…Angel, calm down." Mark told her, holding her arm steady, very aware that she could hit him. "No, I didn't mean it like that-I mean…look, you just seem to be very…" Mark stopped, and saw Angel's worry in her eyes. "Stop looking at me like that. I'm sorry about the whole butt thing. You have a nice butt." He said, and Angel glowed.

"Really?" She asked him, grinning.

"Angel!" Mark said, and snapped his fingers, trying to snap her out of it. "Come on, I'm serious, why are you down?" He asked her, and took her hand, and began to walk to the restaurant. Angel sighed once again.

"It's just…I don't know…after Collins came back…he's just seemed so weird." She told him truthfully.

"Well, maybe you're just used to him not being around. Don't worry, good ol' Collins will be back with us soon enough." Mark assured her, lying very well. Angel smiled at him.

"You're such a sweetie Markie, what would I do without you?" She asked him, and gave his cheek a quick peck, making him laugh.

"You know, you should stop doing that, or people will really think that we're a couple." Mark chuckled, and held open the door to the restaurant for her.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Angel giggled, and walked into the small smoky restaurant with Mark. They picked out a nice little booth in the corner of the restaurant, they sat for a while discussing the menu, and Mark was sure that everything would be fine now. He gave himself a little pat on the back; proud of how he handled it back there, not wanting anything to happen with Collins. He just hoped that this whole mess would be over when he and Angel had returned to her loft.

"What do you want?" Mark asked her, not exactly sure what he wanted. This happened everytime to him. He would get all excited to go out...and not know what to get.

"Hmm…I'm not really sure. I should probably get something with meat." Angel said, and her eyes glazed the menu.

"Yeah, now that Collins is back, you have to back to carbs." Mark said, and smirked, and Angel sighed.

"You don't even know the half of it. Adam is a vegan." She said, and grumbled. Mark made a face, knowing whom the cook in the Collins and Angel relationship was. He actually couldn't remember the last time Collins cooked, and everyone survived from it.

"Well, I'm sure that'll be okay. Maybe Adam will cook for himself." Mark said, and Angel grinned evilly.

"I hope he burns his perfect little Ivy League blonde skin head hands." Angel said hotly. This caught Mark by surprise. He was taken offense by the blonde comment, but the actual fact that Angel Schunard would say anything like that was a bit shocking. "You should have seen the look he gave me when I walked out of the bathroom in my outfit and make-up." She growled, but nothing else was said, because a waitor came up to them.

"You guys ready to order?" He asked, snapping his gum. Angel looked at Mark, and sighed.

"I'll just have a cheeseburger and fries, oh, and a tea please." She said, and this was strange to Mark. She was eating something that was...not good for her? Angel must be in a very bad mood. Did she know? She was just talking about Adam and they way he looked at her when she was dressed up. Oh great…this is just wonderful. Mark suddenly felt eyes on him and her smiled uneasily at the waitor.

"Uh…I'll have the same." Mark squeaked, and looked at Angel. The waitor made a little face and took their menus.

"You're drinks will be here in a few." He said, and walked off. Angel giggled at Mark.

"You okay honey?" Angel asked him sweetly, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah…I don't know...just zoned out for a bit I guess." Mark said, and smiled at her. He was glad that she was happy again. "So...cheeseburger and fries?" He asked her. "That's not very Angel of you."

"I know, but it's not very Markie either." She said, hinting about the fact that he just ordered one hell of a non-kosher meal. Mark sighed and shrugged.

"I've never tried one before, so why not?" Mark said, and smiled. "What about you?" Angel gave a soft groan.

"I decided that I'm just going to have to live with being really really fat." She mumbled softly, and Mark rolled his eyes.

"Angel, you are NOT fat." Mark told her, very sternly. "Never say that." He told her, and she smiled softly. "And why are you getting so depressed all of a sudden?" He asked her softly. Angel looked up at him, and kind of made a face. She just wanted to scream at him. She knew what was really going on.

"Adam." She said, restraining herself. Mark gulped.

"Oh…you…you know about it then, huh?" Mark asked her, knowing she knew. You can't very well keep a secret like that from a girl like Angel.

"Well, you just confirmed it." Angel said, and sighed, and brought her hands up to her face, and shuddered. She gave a big sniff, and Mark quickly put an arm around her. Angel was crying. Wow...this really upset her.

"Oh, Angel, don't cry. Shh…it's not that bad. Collins will take care of it." Mark said, and that just made Angel angrier. She stood up, losing it.

"Yes, I'm SURE Collins will take care of it!" Angel shouted at him, and ran out of the restaurant angrily. She cried angrily. She ran angrily. She hurt angrily. She was going to walk up there, expecting the worst. She was going to talk to Collins, not matter what he and his perfect little Adam were doing.