A/N: I updated my other story today, but I felt bad for not updating this one in such a long time. So here's a mini chapter. I'll add more later. Hope it's like-able. Oh, and reviewers; luv y'all!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of BtVS, SV, or any other show.

Now let's get it on!

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She quickly took some napkins from the counter and handed them to her latte-victim. Her first reaction was to dab the stain herself, but she had held back. She'd seen the cliche movies. It never went well when someone did that.

"Thanks" the man said as he took the napkins. Unfortunately it was said in such a way that Buffy wasn't being sure if he was sarcastic or not so she couldn't get an estimate on his mood.

They both moved a bit to the side, to a table that you could stand by, right next to the counter. (A/N: You know, the really high tables with the high chairs where if you sit you'd be at the same height of when you'd stand)

"I'm so sorry. I feel really bad about this. Let me buy you a new shirt."

At this the man looked up from his stain-dabbing. "What? Is my shirt so ugly that you have to replace it?"

"Oh, I… No, It's… it's a nice shirt. At least it was before the spillage."

"Relax, it was a joke. You don't have to pay me anything. I'm sure that if I get it dry-cleaned the stain will come out. And if not, it's just a shirt. No big loss" he flashed her a smile.

He signed over a waitress "Hi, I'd like a simple coffee for me and another latte for..?" -Buffy" the slayer quickly supplied- "another latte for Buffy. Thanks."

"You really don't have to do that. I mean, if anyone should be treating someone a drink it should be me. It's the least I could do after ruining your clothing."

"Who said I was paying for your latte?" the expensively clothed man asked.

Embarrassed, Buffy began her stammering again when she noticed the amused glint in his eyes and his smile. "Hey! There will be no teasage of me here buster."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Listen, stop worrying so much. And I'll gladly pay a simple latte. After all, it's the least I could do after my shirt absorbed your drink." Another flash of a smile.

"You're mocking me again aren't you!" Buffy accused.

"No, not at all." His amused expression told otherwise.

Before their conversation could go on they were interrupted by the waitress bringing their drinks. They both took their respective drinks and politely thanked her.

"Well," he started saying before he left money on the counter, "I better get to work." "You live in town?" He asked Buffy.

"Yeah, just moved here. You?"

"I'm going to be here in Smallville for a little while. So I guess I'll see you around then Buffy" And with that he left.

"Hey, wait, you forget to tell me your name!" She quickly yelled after him.

A laugh greeted her ears as he turned around. "You never asked", he responded with a grin and left the shop.

Although Buffy would love nothing more than to chase after him and demand his name -Which was probably his intention… Jackass-. She felt she had made enough embarrassing situations for one day.

Men! They are the most confusing beings in the world sometimes.

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