Buffy's Got Mail
By Samantha Gold

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the characters that you recognize in this story. If I did, they would all be happy and Buffy and Angel would never have broken up. If Joss is ever interested in selling though, well, I’d be more that happy to take Angel off his hands.  Oh, and the concept belongs to the people behind You've Got Mail.
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Part 11

"I guess all I can advise you to do is follow your heart. If I’d done that, I wouldn’t have any of the problems I do now. I figured that my heart had to be wrong, that it was better to think with my head, so that’s why we broke up. Yeah, it was in San Francisco, I live in LA…do you want to meet?" *Angel in voice-over*

Buffy stared back at the screen. She paused a few minutes, then wrote back a single word: yes.

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"Yes?" Angel echoed. "She wants to meet me!" He paused a few seconds. "Now where?"

"Talking to yourself again, Angel?" Cordelia said as she walked in.

Angel looked up. "Huh? Oh, Cordelia…maybe you can help me."

"With what?" Cordelia asked, guardedly.

"I-I met this, this girl online…I asked her if she wanted to meet me and she said yes, so now I’m just trying to think of where we could meet."

"Ooh, cyber romances," Cordelia said as walked closer. "Um, cafés are always good, as are restaurants. Tell her to bring something with her though so that you can spot her."

"Okay," Angel said. "I’ll invite her to meet me at the café around the corner. It’s called "Lassy’s, right?"

"Classy’s," Cordelia corrected.

"Okay, so I’ll invite her to meet me there…tomorrow night. She can wear the fuzzy blue tank top she mentioned before so that I’ll know it’s her," Angel said as he typed and sent the message. He paused for a moment, looking at the now blank screen. "Cordelia?" He asked softly.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"What if she doesn’t like me? In fact, what if she hates me?"

Cordelia laughed. "Angel, you’re gorgeous, she’ll love you."

Angels cheeks pinked slightly. "Thanks," he said quietly.

"No problem," she said as she walked away. "My work here is done."

Doyle walked in, just then. "So why’s Ms. Chase strutting around so high and mighty?" He asked.

"No reason," Angel dismissed it. "…Doyle, I’m going to…meet this girl I met online. Will you come with me? So that I can…"

"Sure thing," Doyle said with a smile.

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Buffy sat at a booth in "Classy’s." She was wearing the fuzzy blue tank top, as asked. She hummed quietly and glanced at her watch. *Any minute now…*

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Angel walked down the street beside Doyle. He was beginning to feel nervous and was devoting all his energy to keep from showing it.

"So what if she’s a dog?" Doyle asked.

Angel looked at him.

"You know, what if the girl’s ugly as hell?"

"Looks don’t matter, Doyle…what if she is?" Angel asked nervously as they stopped in front of Classy’s.

Doyle looked at him strangely.

"Look for me, Doyle," Angel said. "Just tell me that she’s not a demon or something that looks like one…she’s wearing a fuzzy blue tank top and she should be alone."

Doyle sighed and walked up to the door, looking through the window. The air rushed out of him as he saw whom the girl in the tank top was.

"Say, Angel, would you consider that Slayer of yours beautiful?"

"Buffy? Of course!" His voice grew hopeful. "She looks like Buffy?"

"You could say that…why don’t you see for yourself?"

"Okay…" Angel said walking up the stairs to the window. And he saw her. Buffy. "Oh no," Angel said, as he walked back down quickly.

"Where are you going, man?" Doyle asked, rushing after him.

"I can’t see her, Doyle. I’m going home."

"Home? You’re going home? So what, you’re just going to stand the poor girl up? Break her heart, make her think she wasn’t worth meeting? You can’t do that."

Angel sighed and stopped walking. "You’re right…"