By Samantha Gold
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"How did I ever let you talk me into this?"
Buffy had just finished pinning up her hair in an up-do with a purple clip. She pulled a few pieces loose so that they framed her face. She was wearing a pair of dark denim jeans and fit purple v-neck long-sleeved shirt.
Willow peeked up from the book she was reading and smiled. "You look nice," she said.
Buffy sighed. "I don’t want to go on a date, Willow…unless it’s with Angel."
"Buffy, Angel’s gone, I’m sorry," Willow said. "But Riley, he’s a nice guy. Ooh! And he’s not a vampire or any other kind of bad demon." She crinkled her nose. "It’ll be good for you. We’re just going to see a movie."
The doorbell rang. Willow got up to answer the door as Buffy put on a touch of lip-gloss.
"Buffy, Oz is here, come on! We don’t want to be late for the movie!"
Buffy followed Willow out the door. "Riley’s going to meet us there, okay?" Willow asked. Buffy just nodded.
Meanwhile, in LA
Angel sat down in his dark apartment. He turned on the computer at his desk, then booted up to the net. He waited while the computer logged on, making a series of noises that hurt his ears. When it had finally logged on, he quickly entered his mailbox. The star was flashing beside his inbox. He had mail!
He double clicked the star, and read the message from Claddagh28 over. Despite himself, he found himself smiling.
<<Well, you’re right about the symbolism. Traditionally the claddagh ring was exchanged as a sign of devotion, it is the traditional Irish wedding band. Do you mind if I ask who gave you yours?>>
He glanced down at his own claddagh ring, the heart was still pointing inwards. It always would. *Buffy,* he thought as he felt his heart twist. He tried to push the thought away. *It’s better this way…really.* He turned his attention back to his e-mail.
<<Why did you choose to go by Claddagh? The ring must have a special significance to you. I have a claddagh ring myself.>>
He heard a knock at the door. "Angel, sundown was an hour ago, you know!" A voice bellowed.
*Cordelia,* he thought, as a guilty look crossed his face. She had insisted that he hook up the internet and get e-mail for the agency, which he had. But if she found out he was corresponding with someone he had met (in a chat room, no less) well, that would be a little embarrassing for him.
<<I’ll talk to you later.>>
He sent the message and quickly logged off, then met an irate Cordy outside the door.
"Hi," he said.
"What took you so long?" She exploded. "In case you’ve forgotten, I have an audition tonight and I have to introduce you to the girl who was asking me about working for us so that you can interview her!"
"Sorry," Angel muttered.
"Good," she huffed. "Come on."Angel followed her to the elevator and waited for it to arrive.