By Samantha Gold
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Buffy glared at him. "Actually it is," she told him coolly.
"Really?" Angel said as he opened the napkin and took out the fork and knife.
"What are you doing here, Angel?" Buffy asked him painfully.
"Same as you, I guess," Angel said, shrugging.
"Angel, please, Iím meeting somebody."
"Okay," Angel said. "Iíll just sit here until he arrives."
"AngelÖ" Buffy pleaded.
"Fine," Angel said standing up. "Iíll sit here." He slid into the next booth.
"Are you trying to make things harder for me?" Buffy asked him. "I mean you leave saying that itís not right for us to be together, then you go and date someone else, than youíre here, bugging me while I wait for myÖfriend. Why are you doing this to me?"
Angel looked up at her. "Why am I doing what to you?"
Buffy felt anger surge up inside her. Why did he always try to make her feel like an immature child? Well, if he was going to treat her like one, then she was going to act like one. "Look, Mr. Iíll-just-disappear-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-on-Buffy-after-dumping-her-right-before-Prom, you told me to move on. Now that Iím trying to, all of a sudden youíre in my face and you wonít let me be! What is your deal? You know, I think youíre the immature and childish one!"
"Iím sorry, Iíll go," Angel said as he got up and left.
"AngelÖ" Buffy called after him, painfully, as he left, but it didnít make a difference, he kept on walking.
Doyle met him outside. "Going so soon?" He asked.
"I shouldnít have come," Angel said angrily, hurt, as he left.
Buffy sighed to herself. Why had he come here? *How* had he known to come here? *Oh well,* she thought. *Iím going to meet a really great guy tonight.* She glanced at her watch. Quarter after, he was late. *Probably just got held up,* she decided.
One hour later,
*Any minute nowÖany minute now heíll walk through that door,* Buff thought as she downed her third lattť and stared at the door. *Any minute nowÖ*
Another hour later,
Buffy looked at the door, again, then sighed and stood up. *Heís not comingÖheís just not going to show,* she thought sadly as she left the cafť. *I think Iíll go home and sulk.*
"So what happened?" Willow asked her best friend. After Buffy and Riley had broken up, she had come down to spend the rest of the week in LA with her.
"Um, he was detained," Buffy said.
"You got stood up," Willow stated.
"Ohhh, Will!" Buffy cried as she let herself drop onto her bed.
"Sorry, Buffy," Willow said. "Why donít you e-mail him, see whatís up?"
"Do you think thatís a good idea?"
"It canít hurt to try, right?"
"Right," Buffy affirmed.