The First Taste
Kennedy Airport, NYC May 27, 1997
Buffy walked off the plane and headed toward a white sign with "Buffy Summers" printed neatly in red letters. The man holding the sign winked at her as she caught his eye. Now here's a hottie, she reflected, taking in the muscle definition beneath his fitted white tank top and jeans.
Smiling to herself, she sauntered up to him and offered him her hand. "I'm Buffy." The man inhaled deeply as if he were drinking her in, then captured her tiny hand in his, "I'm Logan. Scott's teaching a class now, so I offered to pick you up."
Logan reached for her duffle and backpack, but Buffy skirted out of the way.
"So chivalry lives in New York, huh? We don't get much of that in California. My friend, Xander, is the last practitioner, and girls just look at him like he's fungal. He's stubborn, but eventually he'll toss in the towel, too."
He smirked and reached for her bags a second time. "It's cool. I got it," she grinned, evading him yet again.
"Sure you're Scott's cousin?" he inquired sardonically.
"Guilty," she laughed, as she stepped in front of him to slip between two parked cars.
"Tragic."
"For me or Scott?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder, with a saucy smirk.
"You," he replied. Under his breath, she heard Logan whisper, "definitely you."
(end chapter)
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