When Buffy walked into the art gallery on a bright Saturday morning she was surprised to see Angel.
"I checked your schedule with Dawn," he smiled sheepishly. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this afternoon."
"Oookay," Buffy stammered. Why did she have to get so nervous when Angel got close?
"Great," Angel smiled but noticing the man walking up the steps of the gallery he started frowning. "I think I'll see myself out the back. I'll see you at 3."
Before Buffy could wonder about Angel's strange behavior the man had walked through the front door.
"Good Morning, I am looking for the director of the gallery."
"Liam Angelus," Joyce smiled walking into the room. "I thought I recognized your voice."
"Joyce," Liam smiled coming over to hug Joyce. "It's been too long. When they told me there was a new director at the art gallery I had no idea it was the girl who I copied off of in Renaissance Art Appreciation."
"You would have done fine without me," Joyce glowed. "Liam, I'd like you to meet my oldest. Buffy, this is a dear friend from college and a very talented artist."
"It's an honor," Buffy shook his hand, "I've seen some of your work." "Well I'll do inventory in the back while I'll let you two catch up."
"My dad's really going to show at your mom's gallery?" Angel asked that afternoon.
"Yeah, I kind of put two and two together," Buffy nodded while licking her vanilla ice cream, "what with his being a famous artist and you having the same last name."
"Same first name too," Angel sighed. "I kind of stopped talking to him after the car crash."
Sensing not to push, Buffy smiled cheerfully. "Let's go fly a kite."
Later Buffy woke up on a picnic blanket startled to see that Angel was sketching her.
"Sorry," he shrugged, "force of habit. Besides you looked so cute snoring."
"I do not snore," Buffy sat up.
"Are you sure?" Angel teased.