Doublemeat Duet
by Colleen Hillerup
Buffy punched her timecard and turned to see Sophie standing behind her. "Oh, hi," she said to the younger girl. "About the other night, the party..."
"I had a really good time, Buffy. Thanks for asking me." She put her card in the slot. "I mean, it got scary there for a while, but it was good." She looked down at the ground. "I don't get asked to many parties."
Buffy was surprised. "I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid you wouldn't want to speak to me again."
"No. I was good. It was really..." her voice dropped. "I never expected to meet someone there."
"You met someone? As in a someone? Who?" She walked to the sink to wash her hands, and Sophie followed her. "Not that Richard guy? I'm sorry, he got so hurt..."
"No, not Richard. The one your boyfriend brought. Clem." Sophie soaped her hands and rubbed them under the faucet.
"You thought Spike was my boyfriend?" Buffy wiped her hands on a paper towel.
Sophie smiled shyly. "Yeah. Kind of obvious. The way you look at each other. The way you fought that thing together. Anyway, we were talking about Clem."
"You really liked him? You know, he's a little different than most guys. There's that skin condition thing..." Buffy took the register next to Sophie's.
"Buffy, I grew up in Sunnydale. I know it's not a skin condition. But we had lots of time to talk. He's so sweet, and interesting, and I think he's cute." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And he thinks I'm cute, too." She opened her till and checked the cash. "He's a really good dancer, don't you think? And he knows an allergist he thinks can help me. Buffy?"
"A huh." she answered, straightening her cap.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
Buffy looked at her friend. "Don't get carried away. He's a demon. You're a human. It won't work."
"You know," Sophie said, as she prepared to serve her first customer. "I never thought you'd be the judgemental type. You better be careful, or that nice vampire of yours will dump you."
Any further comments Buffy could make were cut off by the lineup forming at her register. Before she could continue the conversation, Sophie was called to french fry duty. " Judgemental," Buffy thought, "Me. Yeah, right."
by Colleen Hillerup
Buffy punched her timecard and turned to see Sophie standing behind her. "Oh, hi," she said to the younger girl. "About the other night, the party..."
"I had a really good time, Buffy. Thanks for asking me." She put her card in the slot. "I mean, it got scary there for a while, but it was good." She looked down at the ground. "I don't get asked to many parties."
Buffy was surprised. "I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid you wouldn't want to speak to me again."
"No. I was good. It was really..." her voice dropped. "I never expected to meet someone there."
"You met someone? As in a someone? Who?" She walked to the sink to wash her hands, and Sophie followed her. "Not that Richard guy? I'm sorry, he got so hurt..."
"No, not Richard. The one your boyfriend brought. Clem." Sophie soaped her hands and rubbed them under the faucet.
"You thought Spike was my boyfriend?" Buffy wiped her hands on a paper towel.
Sophie smiled shyly. "Yeah. Kind of obvious. The way you look at each other. The way you fought that thing together. Anyway, we were talking about Clem."
"You really liked him? You know, he's a little different than most guys. There's that skin condition thing..." Buffy took the register next to Sophie's.
"Buffy, I grew up in Sunnydale. I know it's not a skin condition. But we had lots of time to talk. He's so sweet, and interesting, and I think he's cute." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And he thinks I'm cute, too." She opened her till and checked the cash. "He's a really good dancer, don't you think? And he knows an allergist he thinks can help me. Buffy?"
"A huh." she answered, straightening her cap.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
Buffy looked at her friend. "Don't get carried away. He's a demon. You're a human. It won't work."
"You know," Sophie said, as she prepared to serve her first customer. "I never thought you'd be the judgemental type. You better be careful, or that nice vampire of yours will dump you."
Any further comments Buffy could make were cut off by the lineup forming at her register. Before she could continue the conversation, Sophie was called to french fry duty. " Judgemental," Buffy thought, "Me. Yeah, right."