Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: A fill for Leni_Ba on Comment_Fic.


The plate on the table in front of Buffy contains scrambled eggs, toast and toaster waffles, and sausages straight from the microwave.

Angel slides both a steaming mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice in front of her to complete his presentation and backs off, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "Sorry it's all I know how to make," he says.

Buffy smiles. "I love breakfast for dinner though."

Angel takes this with his own smile and sits beside her, sipping from his mug.

Through the tinted window over the sink, the sun climbs higher into the sky.