Who: Anya Lehnsherr and Henry McCoy What: A little post-Apocalyptic dinner Warnings: Excessive cuteness.
Hank had first mentioned a date before Apocalypse had arrived, and it had been sitting in the back of Anya's mind since. She was happy--almost giddy. She wouldn't have ever pictured herself on a date with Hank. Hank had always been charming, of course, but for most of the time she had known him in her universe, she had been dating Warren. Her Hank had remained friends with her even after she and Warren had broken up, but flirting had been out of the question, really. She would not have wanted him to jeopardize his friendship with Angel.
But Warren wasn't here, and this was most definitely not her Hank. The way he spoke made her feel like a school girl. He was so charming and sweet.
All this was running through her head as she dressed for her date. Something fancy and red.. Not too skimpy, but enough to intrigue. She was still limping a bit around the bedroom, and it took her a few minutes to make her way to the door when she heard Henry's knock.