Dressed in brown dress pants and a black sleeveless v-neck vest, Buffy came in, carrying a tray of coffee from STARBUCKS, as well as a travel mug of hot chocolate for herself. Placing the tray on Fred's desk, she put down the bag of chocolate croissants as well, arranging them on a styrofoam plate. Just as she had finished, she straightened, seeing Fred and Cordelia staring at her.
"Hey, I brought coffee and croissants." "Are you planning to go after Angel?" "What?" "He's very vulnerable right now. His wife of 8 years has a 14 month old son with his former brest friend and is 3 months pregnant with said former's second child. She's been Angel's only lover, and he desperately wants to have an affair with you." "Really. Well rest assured, chicas, as long as that hottie's married, I'll remain completely untouchable." Going to Angel's office, she brought him a coffee and a croissant, eager to get to work.
"Buffy, hi. How are you?" "Fine. What would you like me to do?" Opening the filing cabinet, he pulled out a whole stack of papers. "Although people like the job that I do for them, I abhor organization. So if you could type these, colour co-ordinate them, then save them on disks, labelled of course, then it will be all good." "Great. When do you need these files by?" "By 6:00 pm on Friday, which gives you 5 whole days to get it done." "Good. Just show me the computer or typewriter I'll be using then I'll get right to work."
As she suspected, he placed her at the desk directly across from his. Sitting down, she turned on the computer, setting up the two picture frames she had in her purse at all times...picture of her and her grandma on her 21st birthday, and the last picture of her and her parents when she was 2 years old.
"Angel, quick question. How may years has the agency been in existence?" "Five. Why?" "I was going to organize the notes by year, unless you had a specific preference." "No, that's fine." "Ok."