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It had been a hectic first week at college and between classes and work, Anya and Angie had had no time to relax and have a real conversation. Angie could tell something was wrong with Anya, she had been quieter and moodier than usual, and Angie knew not to insist on getting anything out of Anya, she’d talk when she’d want to.

Saturday morning and Angie was still half asleep with the TV on playing music videos, when a desperate rap on the door startled her. She scowled and rubbed her eyes.

“It's open! Come in.”

“Get up… please!” Anya said, coming into the room wrapped in a towel.

“It's still early Any, what is it?” Angie said, rubbing her face on the pillow this time.

“It’s almost noon Angie! And I need your help.” Anya looked at her friend and sighed. “Do my hair, please?” Angie sat up on the bed and blinked in Anya’s direction.

“Oh my God, it’s Saturday and I have to work tonight! Where the hell are you going anyway?”

“I know, I know! But you can actually tame this mop I have on my head. Please?” Anya said, ignoring the last question. “And I need to pick an outfit too…”

“Fine, fine…” Angie sighed and finally got out of bed. “You didn’t answer the question though, where are you going?”

Anya took her time before answering. “I kind of… have a… date.” She trailed off. Angie immediately perked up as she got her supplies for Anya’s hair.

“OH. A date? With Michael?” She teased and Anya blushed.

“He- he asked me out… he’s taking me for lunch.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“As if I didn't know that would happen. Sit.” Angie gestured Anya to her vanity bench. “And why didn’t you tell me, what? Are you ashamed?”

“He only asked me last night.” Anya mumbled, watching Angie work through the mirror. “Things have been- awkward since--” She was about to say since the kiss, until she realized she hadn’t told Angie about that episode on the VIP room.

“Awkward since…” Angie tried to urge some answers out of her while taming Anya’s hair with the flat iron.

Anya sighed. “He- we-- You know the VIP room on the back of the club? Right across Michael’s office?”

“Yes…” Angie let out a scandalous gasp and looked at her friend. “Any! No, you didn't! Tell me you didn't!”

“Do what?” Anya took a look at Angie’s face. “Oh, my god! No! It was just a kiss, okay?” She rubbed her face. “And a dance… no stripping…"

“Oh, good. That's a relief. I was gonna say... So what do you think, think he really likes you, or is he just fucking around? Turn the other way, now.”

“I don’t know, Ang. He said he likes me… and I kind of pushed him away when he kissed me… and then he said he wasn’t giving up on me yet…” As she spoke, Anya fiddled with her fingers.

“I’m impressed. And he seems like a good guy. Give him a chance.” Angie said, finishing her hair.

“Make up?” Anya asked sweetly, maybe too sweetly and battling her eyelashes at Angie, who rolled her eyes again. “Well, the point of accepting this date was actually that. Giving him a chance.”

“Oh God, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but what if he wants you to stop working? I'll be left alone with Frank and those crazy bitches.” She giggled, going around her make-up kit and applying it to Anya.”I do think you make a cute couple though…”

“Yes, you’re way ahead of yourself. And I ain’t gonna stop working. This apartment won’t pay itself and neither will college.” Anya raised an eyebrow. “And I’m sure you’d enjoy being left alone with Frank.”

“Please, I flirt with him because he enjoys it. Open your eyes wide now and hold tight…” Angie commanded as she applied mascara. “I know, you're way too proud to have a sugar daddy.” She added with a giggle.

“Of course I am. And I’m taking your suggestion as an offense too.” Anya chuckled. “Now, give me ideas of what should I wear?”

“It depends where you're going, honestly. If it's a casual date, then jeans and a nice shirt or sweater is okay. But… If you're spending the whole day-- a pretty dress that's not too dressy maybe. There. You're done. I did a great job if I can say so myself.”

Anya looked at her reflection. “You’re an angel!” She hugged Angie and fled out to her own room. “Dress, then, right?” She yelled. “Like my strapless purple one?”

“Yes! That one!”

Since she was already up, Angie made it to the kitchen to get something to eat. Her grilled cheese was almost done when the doorbell rang. Without even looking who was outside the door, Angie opened it just to be greeted by Michael’s blank expression.

“Good day, Angie.” He said.

“Um, yeah… hi.” Angie stammered, trying to get out of the shock. Michael wasn’t wearing his regular suit and it was really weird to see him in something as normal as black jeans and black and white stripes shirt. Shaking her head, she opened the door wider. “Come on in; let me get Anya for you.”

With a little smile, Michael stepped in and Angie closed the door behind him, thinking about how hot he actually looked and how the hell did she let herself being caught in her pajamas.

“You can have a seat Mr. Way,” She said gesturing toward the couch and speed-walking to Anya's room, knocking twice before letting herself in. “Your date's here and looking… so damn hot!” She giggled.

Anya’s eyes went wide and she rushed to pick her purse. “Okay, how do I look?” Angie gave her a quick once over.

“You look amazing, but I honestly don't think he'd care if you came out in sweatpants and a tank top. And oh, my God, I can't get over how delicious he looks. You lucky bitch.” Angie nearly squealed, making Anya blush.

“For fuck’s sake, Ang, get over yourself.”

“Why do I have to get over myself? It was a compliment!”

Anya shook her head and took a deep breath before going to the living room. Huh, Angie was right after all, Michael looked good… or great… or fucking amazing.

“H-hi, Michael.” Anya said. He looked at her with a little smile.

“You ready?” Michael asked, offering his hand. Anya just nodded and took it, letting him open the door for her. “See you tonight, Angie.” He added to a spying behind the kitchen door Angie, who snickered and waved them off.

“Later. Have fun guys.”