"I lie awake, I drive myself crazy
Drive myself crazy, thinking of you"
-'N Sync, "I Drive Myself Crazy"

"Oh," Buffy groaned, putting a hand over her stomach. "I think I'm glad I only had a bagel for breakfast this morning."

Angel chuckled softly as he looked down at her. Buffy seemed to not have that big of an appetite, but he could almost eat anything put in front of him. Guess that might have something to do with the fact he'd been living strictly on blood for the past two hundred or so years...

Lying down alongside her, Angel stared upward. The sun was out in all its brilliance and the sky was a perfectly clear blue. Besides the person next to him, he had never seen anything more beautiful.

Turning over on his side, he watched her silently a moment, her eyes closed as the sun radiated over her delicate features. She looked so tiny; actually, she was. It was hard to believe that on this petite teenager rested the world's hope. And they didn't even know it.

"We should probably get you a job, huh?" Buffy mused, after thinking things over for a bit. "I mean, it's better than you reading all day, and you do need to make some money. But what would you do? Hmm..."

Then, out of the blue, the answer came to her. It was risky, but it would kill two birds with one stone. There was just one little problem.

"Angel, would you mind shaving?"

"Of course I am," she said, spreading the foam evenly over his cheeks and chin. "I've done this for my dad a few times and I've seen it done in the movies and on TV millions of times."

She picked up a nearby razor and stepped toward him. Angel's eyes grew wide as he watched her approach.

"Oh, no," he objected, beginning to stand up. He was not going to let somebody who's main training was watching it on TV shave him. "Why do I have to shave to get a job that you won't even tell me about?"

Buffy would have none of that, though, and she promptly sat him back down again. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked down at him.

"You're just going to have to trust me," she told him, leaning towards his face. "I promise you that I will make this as painless as possible, and I will tell you about the job later."

Taking a deep breath, Angel closed his eyes and tried to sit still while Buffy raised the razor and began to slowly remove the shaving cream from his face...

"First impressions are everything," he murmured, scrutinizing every detail of his reflection. Buffy still hadn't explained what they were doing, but she did do a good job shaving him; no cuts or anything. Maybe learning stuff off TV wasn't so bad.

The clothes Cordelia and Buffy had picked out for him weren't that big a change from his regular wardrobe, but this outfit didn't contain any black except for maybe his shoes. He wore a nice white dress shirt tucked into khaki slacks with a matching khaki sports jacket. Buffy had even trimmed his hair a tiny bit to make it more even, making it even spikier. He looked like a modern businessman, which was just the thing she'd wanted.

"Let's get this over with," he finally said, moving beside her. He was already feeling very anxious about what she had lined up for him. What he didn't know was, so was she.

Nodding, Buffy again began walking down the street. When they reached a medium-sized brick building with the words 'Summers Art Gallery' over the door, Angel knew instantly what she had in mind. He just didn't think it was going to work...