'What do you mean ex girlfriend? Eve?" Angel asked.
"Yes, Eve." Lindsay said and rubbed his face. He was unshaven, and looked scruffy.
Connor walked up to them. "You're running from a girl. I'm going to get a sandwich. Anyone else want?" Connor looked around and was greeted with silence. "Right. Pretty much non-eaters. Vamp, Goddess, and lawyer. I'm out."
Connor left, and Illyria resumed her tedious job of counting the threads in the couch.
Lindsay looked over to her with interest.
"You really gotta get that girl a hobby."
"Tell me about it." Agreed Angel. "Anyways, tell me about Eve."
"Well, my guy updates me. Lets me know if anyone's looking for me. He comes to me yesterday and tells me that Eve knows I'm alive."
"What do you want me to do about it?" Angel said laughing.
"You're laughing at me. I can't believe it."
"Sorry Lindsay, it's just funny. If she walks through that door, what am I supposed to say? Sorry, Eve, Lindsay's dead. Just tell her the truth Lindsay."
"The truth! That I've been avoiding her for a year, and that she has always been looking out for herself and she's selfish. Yeah, that sounds great. It's amazing you've lived this long with amazing advice like that."
"She's just a little girl. What's she gonna do? Bite you. Ooh. Scary." Angel made a mock face and walked to the reception desk.
"Angel, I'm serious."
"I know. I know. I just don't know what you want me to do."
"Kill her, beat her up. Drop a bomb on her. Paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a cliff and let her go running. Be creative."
"Lindsay, I can't just attack her, she hasn't done anything!"
The front doors swung open revealing a small girl with orange hair.
"Yet."