Anya returned to her seat flustered by Holly J's rude remarks, but instantly felt better once she noticed Wesley's appraising look.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," she said, returning his smile with one of her own.
"Connor move! I need to see!" Dave yelled across the restaurant.
Anya and Wesley turned to look just in time to see Dave fling open the bathroom door, it slamming into a waiter, sending her, and her tray, crashing to the floor.
"Dave, what are you-!" Wesley shouted standing up. His chair flew backwards, crashing into Mark. His tray went up in the air, and landed on a table, spattering hot food all over the people seated there. Meanwhile, Mark had tripped and fallen, knocking over the table next to them.
Anya was frozen as she watched this all happen. But then she came to the realization that they were responsible for all of this. So discreetly, she slipped off her heels and placed them in one hand while grabbing Wesley's with the other.
"Come on, we need to get out of here!" she said, and the two rushed out of the restaurant, and sprinted down the street.
"So…sorry," Wesley huffed, out of breath once they had stopped outside of the Dot.
"Don't worry about it," Anya smiled. "Oh look at the time, my mom's probably wondering where I am. See you at school okay?"
"Sure," he said. Anya leaned forward and gave him a quick peak on the lips.
As Anya walked away, she glanced at Wesley from over her shoulder, a big goofy smile on his face.
A/N: the end! Hoped you liked it! I might write another Wesley/Anya fic sometime because they are so fun to write.