The coffee spot was busy for that time of night, but then there were only two waitresses and one other guy who Angel assumed to be the boss. As one of the girls came over to their table, Angel was busy listening to a different conversation.

Guy: "Tina, I've got to do it by seniority. Everybody wants to work extra hours."

Tina: "I know. It's just - I just need... Well, I'm good for any Saturday night. If people want to go out, I'll double shift or what ever."

Guy: "Well, you're on the list, okay?"

Tina: "Thanks."

"Angel!"

"Hmm?" He broke out of his revere to look at his girlfriend, who had an exasperated look on her face."

"I said, what do you want?" Angel was confused as to why this was important; he came to this place to do a job, and it's not like he needed the coffee … or anything else they would sell in this place. Then he remembered that this was meant o be a date, and looked slightly sheepish.

"Sorry, baby, mind was elsewhere. Hot chocolate? I dunno, whatever you want is fine."

Buffy shared a glance with the girl waiting on their order.

"I wonder about him sometimes … two hot chocolates and a plain muffin please."

"Sure. Tina'll be over with it in a few."

Angel and Buffy looked at each other – a chance to find out what they were actually meant to be doing here. Buffy just hoped they could do it without freaking her too much. She didn't look young enough to be a real runaway, most likely she just left home to start her own life and was having a few problems with her plans.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, Tina was on her way over to them, a tray with two mugs and a plate on it with her. As she got closer, Buffy became aware that the white dog under the table next to them had been moving around and got its lead tangled up with a few chairs; chairs that Tina was about to walk into. Sure enough, tine gave a start, and the tray wobbled a bit, one of the chocolates sliding off of it. Without even thinking about it, Angel reached out and caught it without spilling a drop.

"Wow. Good reflexes." Tina was obviously impressed with his supernatural skills.

"Well, thanks, these come out of my pay check." Angel looked around, slightly uncomfortable.

"No problem." The quick shake of his girl's head told him that now was not the time to ask her about whatever it was that he was meant to be asking her about. Instead, Buffy took the initiative and began a conversation with the already flustered young woman.

"They really take it out of your pay check – I thought that was only at the place that I worked at! It's not fair when you really need the money."

"Nope, it's here too apparently. And I know what you mean about the money, I really nee extra shifts, but so does everyone!"

Angel took his queue, and tried desperately to find out what he had to do without seeming too strange.

"So, you're, are you happy working here?" Tina looked up.

"What?"

"Well, you look sort off down, and you sounded like you really do need the money – giving up all your Saturday like that."

"You've been watching me?"

"He just has really good hearing. Really, really good …" Buffy saved him before he started to sound like a stalker.

"Am I happy? Do you have three hours?"

"We're not doing much."

"I get off at ten."

"Angel, I'm going to go and get Dawn – this doesn't look like you need that much help anymore, and I don't want to leave her alone with the Jones' … they smell funny." The vampire laughed and kissed her on the head.

"I'll see you later, Buffy. Wait for me at the apartment?"

"See you then." No goodbyes for Angel and Buffy.

Short, I know, but I got kind of stuck … have to figure out what to do with Cordy …