“What’s your deal?” she asked irritably, when he’d finally caught up to her at the Clinique counter. A woman hurried by them and Angel pressed himself up against the counter so her shopping bags wouldn’t brush him as she passed. He’d been skittish on the street, overly anxious, looking all around them as if something was going to jump out at them. It had been worse on the subway—the growl had grown to a rumble Buffy had been sure the whole car could hear. Luckily, no one seemed fazed by his animalistic noises or murderous glares. Maybe New Yorkers were used to that kind of thing.


Bwah-ha-ha! I SOOOOOO love this! I've spent many a happy hour window shopping through bags and shoes at Macy's Herald Square, and rode the subway with all sorts or characters. New Yorkers really are used to that kind of thing.

This chapter makes me giddy with delight! I love the humor and the fact that Angel gets growly about Buffy and Buffy is starting to think about what it must mean for Angel to go through all of this.

I hope there will be more... soon?