p"Frankly," he said, "I have no idea who you are, nor do I particularly care."/p

pHe saw her falter slightly and laughed./p

pYou can't just go out to pick someone up and think you knew everything./p

pHe wondered if the headache would be worth it. This type of girl would probably be perfectly happy with the pain, if he approached it the right way. Would the chip react if she Iwanted/i him to hurt her?/p

pToo bad the chip didn't come with a manual./p

p"You have to know who I am," she said, trying to play it off./p

p"Do I." He smirked./p

p"You're friends with Buffy or whatever, aren't you?" He hesitated, and she pounced. "I can't believe it, you are. What is it, the undead are good enough for her but her friends aren't?"/p

p"You know, I didn't get the script here, so maybe you'd like to fill me in rather than spit at me?" He pointedly stepped a few paces away from her./p

p"Well, you like her, don't you?"/p

p"How'd you find that out?"/p

pShe laughed. "It couldn't possibly be more obvious. Not if you chained her up and started professing personalized love poetry."/p

pIf possible, he went even paler than before. "Who told you about that?"/p