The First Step

Angel stared at the phone a while, hoping it might ring and that there’d be urgent business that required his attention on the other end. Of course it didn’t ring, because when he wanted it to, it never rang. He swore that all telephones conspired against him. Well, not out loud, because then everyone would think he was crazy.

Angel chided himself. He was just calling information to get her number; he could always change his mind, not tell her about Spike. Somehow, though, that first step always seemed so final. Steeling himself, he picked up the phone and dialed.