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Buffy walked past crowds of people to get to the area where the luggage was being brought in from the plane. She watched endless pieces of luggage that wasn't hers go around the merry go round thing. Finally she spotted her suitcase and went to retrieve it.
She pushed the strap of her hand bag up her shoulder, so that it wouldn't fall and she would be able to carry the suit case better. She turned with suitcase in hand and walked in the direction that several people where walking in.
She reached the exit of the airport and decided to rest in one of the benches located near the exit doors. The trip had made her exhausted. She had been stuck about thirteen hours in a plane, well not the same plane but a plane nonetheless. She had changed planes back in Washington D.C. Buffy glanced at a large clock that read 6:00pm.
She wanted to be in her comfy bed, at home. Buffy sighed, as she opened up her hand bag and retrieved a paper. It had the information of the hotel, she was going to stay at. The paper that she had found in Spike's room hadn't contained the information about his hotel unfortunately so all she could do was hope that she'll find him.
"Might as well head to a comfy hotel bed," she thought, as she adjusted her belongings and headed for the airport exit.
Buffy bumped into someone and her suit case clattered to the ground. Buffy bent down to pick it up. At the same time the person that she had bumped into bent down to pick her suit case up for her.
"I'm terribly, sorry let me pick up your suitcase for you Miss," a young Brittish man said apologetic.
"No, it's ok I can handle it," she said as she picked up her suitcase, before the man could assist her.
"I'm very sorry, it's all my fault, I wasn't looking," the man began.
Buffy cut him off, "No, it was my fault, I was too busy thinking I wasn't even looking where I was going,"
Buffy studied the man, he was in his early twenties. He had black hair, and almond colored eyes. He was good looking.
"Ok well, I'll be going, do you know by any chance how I can get to this hotel ," she pointed to the paper she held in her hand.
"I'll take you there, it's the least I can do. After all my job is being a cab driver," he said.
"Really? That's great well I mean I don't want to be a bother or anything you probably have other important customers," Buffy smiled.
" Well actually, right now I don't have anything to do so I can take you. Follow me, and I'll take your suitcase," he said.
Buffy didn't want to him to carry it, but in the end she let him carry it. They walked down to the far side of the side walk. He opened the door for her and she got in. He put her suitcase in the trunk and then entered the drivers' seat which was on the right side.
"What is your name, if you mind me asking?"
"I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers," she answered.
"I'm Matt, short for Matthew. Matthew Clarkson."
"Nice to meet you," Buffy said.
"What brings you here on holiday?" he asked trying to make conversation.
"Holiday? I didn't know there was a holiday," Buffy said confused.
Matt had to control himself from laughing, but a small chuckle slipped. Buffy wondered what did she say to make him laugh.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that type of holiday. There is no holiday. What I meant was why did you decide to take a vacation here?" he explained.
"Oh, well I came here to uh, visit someone," she replied. It wasn't exactly a lie, Spike was here and it was someone she could visit once she found him.
After that they were both silent for the rest of the short trip. Matt pulled up in front of the hotel. He retrieved her suitcase from the trunk and opened her door. Buffy got out and took her suitcase from him.
"Thanks, you were a big help. I can take it from here," she said.
"It was no problem," he smiled.
"Bye," she waved as he pulled away from the hotel. She walked to the hotel entrance. She had made it to England, all she had to do was look for Spike. Not exactly an easy task, she thought.
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Buffy walked past crowds of people to get to the area where the luggage was being brought in from the plane. She watched endless pieces of luggage that wasn't hers go around the merry go round thing. Finally she spotted her suitcase and went to retrieve it.
She pushed the strap of her hand bag up her shoulder, so that it wouldn't fall and she would be able to carry the suit case better. She turned with suitcase in hand and walked in the direction that several people where walking in.
She reached the exit of the airport and decided to rest in one of the benches located near the exit doors. The trip had made her exhausted. She had been stuck about thirteen hours in a plane, well not the same plane but a plane nonetheless. She had changed planes back in Washington D.C. Buffy glanced at a large clock that read 6:00pm.
She wanted to be in her comfy bed, at home. Buffy sighed, as she opened up her hand bag and retrieved a paper. It had the information of the hotel, she was going to stay at. The paper that she had found in Spike's room hadn't contained the information about his hotel unfortunately so all she could do was hope that she'll find him.
"Might as well head to a comfy hotel bed," she thought, as she adjusted her belongings and headed for the airport exit.
Buffy bumped into someone and her suit case clattered to the ground. Buffy bent down to pick it up. At the same time the person that she had bumped into bent down to pick her suit case up for her.
"I'm terribly, sorry let me pick up your suitcase for you Miss," a young Brittish man said apologetic.
"No, it's ok I can handle it," she said as she picked up her suitcase, before the man could assist her.
"I'm very sorry, it's all my fault, I wasn't looking," the man began.
Buffy cut him off, "No, it was my fault, I was too busy thinking I wasn't even looking where I was going,"
Buffy studied the man, he was in his early twenties. He had black hair, and almond colored eyes. He was good looking.
"Ok well, I'll be going, do you know by any chance how I can get to this hotel ," she pointed to the paper she held in her hand.
"I'll take you there, it's the least I can do. After all my job is being a cab driver," he said.
"Really? That's great well I mean I don't want to be a bother or anything you probably have other important customers," Buffy smiled.
" Well actually, right now I don't have anything to do so I can take you. Follow me, and I'll take your suitcase," he said.
Buffy didn't want to him to carry it, but in the end she let him carry it. They walked down to the far side of the side walk. He opened the door for her and she got in. He put her suitcase in the trunk and then entered the drivers' seat which was on the right side.
"What is your name, if you mind me asking?"
"I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers," she answered.
"I'm Matt, short for Matthew. Matthew Clarkson."
"Nice to meet you," Buffy said.
"What brings you here on holiday?" he asked trying to make conversation.
"Holiday? I didn't know there was a holiday," Buffy said confused.
Matt had to control himself from laughing, but a small chuckle slipped. Buffy wondered what did she say to make him laugh.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that type of holiday. There is no holiday. What I meant was why did you decide to take a vacation here?" he explained.
"Oh, well I came here to uh, visit someone," she replied. It wasn't exactly a lie, Spike was here and it was someone she could visit once she found him.
After that they were both silent for the rest of the short trip. Matt pulled up in front of the hotel. He retrieved her suitcase from the trunk and opened her door. Buffy got out and took her suitcase from him.
"Thanks, you were a big help. I can take it from here," she said.
"It was no problem," he smiled.
"Bye," she waved as he pulled away from the hotel. She walked to the hotel entrance. She had made it to England, all she had to do was look for Spike. Not exactly an easy task, she thought.