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Summary: It's 7 years after Season 6. Buffy's no longer the slayer and Spike has never come back. Sorry not so good with summaries. Author Notes: It would be great if you could feedback me. It's my very first fanfic so please be nice and thank you to those who have given me feedback. They give me the motivation to continue my story. Sorry about the conversation parts, I'm not so good with that yet. I tried my best though to make this chapter a little longer. Disclaimer: I own nothing except maybe a few original characters but they're pretty easy to spot.
Chapter Three
Hi. One simple word and she couldn't even say it. Truthfully though, she couldn't even move. This guy was like a god. He had perfect brown hair styled to perfection and the most beautiful hazel colored eyes she had ever seen. Add that to his perfect white teeth and impeccable taste in clothes (even if it was covered in ketchup). well needless to say she was smitten. "Okay brain time to work" Buffy thought to herself "You don't want to look like a complete idiot. You already look like a clumsy fool. "Oh, sorry I really am." Great. Babble in incoherent phrases... that works really well. "That's okay." He said with a chuckle. "My name is Kent. Kent Clarkson. Don't ask about the name, my parent's were huge superman fans." He said while holding out his hand. "Oh." was all Buffy could say. Then she noticed the hand "Oh, my name is Buffy. Buffy Summers." She said as she shook his hand. "Look I'm really sorry. If you have time, why don't you come with me to my gallery? There's a bathroom there where you can get cleaned up." She offered. After looking at his watch, he agreed so Buffy led the way to her gallery.
Opening the door she said" Well, here we are, I'll show you where the bathroom is." Leading the way she brought him to the bathroom and tried to fix some of the mess in the gallery while waiting.
"Well, I can't get it out but that's okay." He said coming out.
"Oh, Did I mention how sorry I was? Let me say it one more time, I'm really sorry. Maybe there's some way I could pay you back. I could buy you a new shirt or dry cleaning perhaps?" she offered.
"Um. No thanks it's really alright. So what's going on here? An art gallery?"
"Yes. I'm sorry it's such a mess right now, I still fixing it up."
"I kind of noticed. So what are you showcasing, paintings?"
"Yup. They're really nice. I found this really great artist, his name is. I'm boring you aren't I?"
"Not at all. I love paintings. I have lots of them at my apartment. I guess I'm somewhat of a collector. You know what, I think I'll take you up on that offer to pay me back."
"Really? Oh Okay. So how much should I give you?"
"I'm not talking about money. I was hoping that you'd pay me back by inviting me to the opening of your gallery. If you say that this artist is as really good as he is. then he probably is."
Buffy blushed at this. She quickly accepted his offer. After all, not only does she get a prospective customers but she also gets to see him again. "Okay. I'll send you an invitation. If you'll just give me an address." she said while looking for a paper and pen to use to write.
"So how long will it be till it opens?"
"A couple of weeks, why?"
"That's too long and far away."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"You should really stop apologizing. You do it too much. Also you didn't let me finish. What I meant to say was that it too long and far away until I'll be able to see you again."
"Oh. well." Buffy didn't know what to say but she was certain she looked really red.
" Perhaps I can take you out sometime, dinner? Unless of course there's someone else."
"Nnno. There's no one. And I would love to." She said while thinking to herself that this is the right time to try and move on. It's been seven years. Who knows where Spike is now or if he is even still alive.
Buffy gave her number and address and a date was set.
Summary: It's 7 years after Season 6. Buffy's no longer the slayer and Spike has never come back. Sorry not so good with summaries. Author Notes: It would be great if you could feedback me. It's my very first fanfic so please be nice and thank you to those who have given me feedback. They give me the motivation to continue my story. Sorry about the conversation parts, I'm not so good with that yet. I tried my best though to make this chapter a little longer. Disclaimer: I own nothing except maybe a few original characters but they're pretty easy to spot.
Chapter Three
Hi. One simple word and she couldn't even say it. Truthfully though, she couldn't even move. This guy was like a god. He had perfect brown hair styled to perfection and the most beautiful hazel colored eyes she had ever seen. Add that to his perfect white teeth and impeccable taste in clothes (even if it was covered in ketchup). well needless to say she was smitten. "Okay brain time to work" Buffy thought to herself "You don't want to look like a complete idiot. You already look like a clumsy fool. "Oh, sorry I really am." Great. Babble in incoherent phrases... that works really well. "That's okay." He said with a chuckle. "My name is Kent. Kent Clarkson. Don't ask about the name, my parent's were huge superman fans." He said while holding out his hand. "Oh." was all Buffy could say. Then she noticed the hand "Oh, my name is Buffy. Buffy Summers." She said as she shook his hand. "Look I'm really sorry. If you have time, why don't you come with me to my gallery? There's a bathroom there where you can get cleaned up." She offered. After looking at his watch, he agreed so Buffy led the way to her gallery.
Opening the door she said" Well, here we are, I'll show you where the bathroom is." Leading the way she brought him to the bathroom and tried to fix some of the mess in the gallery while waiting.
"Well, I can't get it out but that's okay." He said coming out.
"Oh, Did I mention how sorry I was? Let me say it one more time, I'm really sorry. Maybe there's some way I could pay you back. I could buy you a new shirt or dry cleaning perhaps?" she offered.
"Um. No thanks it's really alright. So what's going on here? An art gallery?"
"Yes. I'm sorry it's such a mess right now, I still fixing it up."
"I kind of noticed. So what are you showcasing, paintings?"
"Yup. They're really nice. I found this really great artist, his name is. I'm boring you aren't I?"
"Not at all. I love paintings. I have lots of them at my apartment. I guess I'm somewhat of a collector. You know what, I think I'll take you up on that offer to pay me back."
"Really? Oh Okay. So how much should I give you?"
"I'm not talking about money. I was hoping that you'd pay me back by inviting me to the opening of your gallery. If you say that this artist is as really good as he is. then he probably is."
Buffy blushed at this. She quickly accepted his offer. After all, not only does she get a prospective customers but she also gets to see him again. "Okay. I'll send you an invitation. If you'll just give me an address." she said while looking for a paper and pen to use to write.
"So how long will it be till it opens?"
"A couple of weeks, why?"
"That's too long and far away."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"You should really stop apologizing. You do it too much. Also you didn't let me finish. What I meant to say was that it too long and far away until I'll be able to see you again."
"Oh. well." Buffy didn't know what to say but she was certain she looked really red.
" Perhaps I can take you out sometime, dinner? Unless of course there's someone else."
"Nnno. There's no one. And I would love to." She said while thinking to herself that this is the right time to try and move on. It's been seven years. Who knows where Spike is now or if he is even still alive.
Buffy gave her number and address and a date was set.