SYA4 A/N: oh my many gods! Soooo sorry for not updating, but writers block and an actual life have this annoying way of getting in the way. Darn them. Well, what are you waiting for? Read on!

Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.

"Oh. Buffy. Hi. How have you been? Is your shoulder alright ?"William asked hurriedly, wondering if she was alright. "Oh yeah, it's fine. Listen, I wanted to apologize for this morning. I was sort of, err, out of it.", Buffy stumbled with the words, looking for a good way to explain her situation. "No problem pet. I trust you got my note?" H said in a soothing voice. Buffy felt both calmed and elated by it. "Uh, yeah. You know, you really don't have to do anything. Just walking me to work was enough. It wasn't entirely your fault you know." Buffy replied sheepishly. *Why is this so awkward? I feel like he knows something I don't.* Buffy sighed. "Don't be ridiculous. Hey, listen, I have to go. How about I pick you up at 6 tonight?" Buffy could hear William's smile over the phone. She recited her address to him and said goodbye.

The day went by generally fast from there. Buffy wrapped up the needed files fast, and spent the rest of her time doing research on her accounts. When the time came to go home, she felt herself getting apprehensive about the upcoming date. *Is this even a date? It's a formal apology, right?* Buffy's thoughts looped themselves, swimming mainly around the man she me that morning. *Do all the British people look alike?* Buffy thought, remembering the startling resemblance between her boss and William.

She found her way home fast. Within a few long moments she was through her front door. She sat in a chair leafing through her mail. Time passed quickly, and she soon settled into reading a "fem-mag", as Willow had so correctly categorized them one day. Buffy was startled out of her revere by a knocking on the door.

Shocked back into real life, Buffy stared at the clock on the wall. 5:56! *Holy cow, I'm not ready!!*. "Just a second!", Buffy walked to the door and reached over to open it. "I am so sorry, I was reading and completely forgot you were com-", her breath caught in her throat. The man standing in front of her now held very little resemblance to the William she met that morning. The black slacks where still there, but a long leather duster ad replaced the denim jacked, and the hair was slicked back straight, showing slightly dark roots in the front. The clear blue eyes struck out even more in the sallow lights coming from the hallway. Buffy found something stirring in her that hadn't moved in a long time. Not since Angel. Buffy's eyes almost immediately watered as memories rushed back at her.

William couldn't understand why she looked like her heart had just been wrung out of her body. "Buffy, love, you alright", he asked tentatively. The last thing he wanted to do to this little fragile was hurt her more.
"Yeah, you just reminded me of someone. But I'm good now," Buffy muttered as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Come in, why don't you?"