"I really hate mondays." Buffy said frustrated. She was pacing in front of tv and giving Spike silent treatment, challenging him to talk to her.
Before Spike had known not to say anything because that would have made things worse. But now when she had made the first initiative he had to answer.
"Why's that, luv." He asked and tryed to look past Buffy. When she walked to right, he moved to left and vice versa.
"It's always so boring."
Spike just sighed and moved to left again.
Why did she always have to pace when ManU was playing?
Authors note: I'm not so good with drabbles. I was thinking of putting this to be a scene of one fic, but then decided against it. So here it is. Review. Please? Maybe I have the courage to send something else too.