Opening the store at 8:00 am on a saturday morning made the 30 year old mother realize that all she had was her children and her job. The last time she had a date was 2 years ago, for her l0 year reunion weekend, with her employee's older brother. Needless to say, when she refused to sleep with him, he not only ignored her incessantly, but got said employee to quit with only a day's notice. Buffy spent the next 6 weeks training a complete hack, who actually turned out to be quite competent. Of course, competency didn't mean anything seeing as the new employee spent that entire time flirting with the other sales clerks, pitting them against one another. So eventually, she fired said employee, raised the salary of the two remaining sales clerks, then went back to normal.
Setting her mug of hot chocolate on the coaster next to the cash register, she suddenly looked up when her sensitive nose caught the faint scent of OLD SPICE in the air. Having always thought that OLD SPICE was the most appropriate scent for any man, she was immediately turned on, eager to find out who CASANOVA was. Lifting her head, she found herself looking into the darkest eyes she had ever seen.
"Hello, how may I help you?" "My parents' 50th wedding anniversary is on next Saturday, and I need a suit." "Ok, any particular fabric and colour?" "Something dark and comfortable should suffice." "Alright. Hang on a sec." Going to the back to get a tape measure and her clip board, she quickly checked the mirror, thankful that her dress was fuzz-free and her teeth were perfect. Checking her breath quickly, she exited the back room, briskly, eager to get to work.
As she took the measurements, she was silent, breathing deeply the entire time. He was undoubtedly the most attractive man she'd seen in a long time, and here she was, measuring the in seam of his thigh. Standing up, awkwardly, she was about to speak when the door slammed open. "Mom, you have to help me. Hey, Mr. Rourke...Mr. Rourke?" "Hello Alden, how's your paper coming along?" "It's fine." "What is it, Alden?" Buffy asked, half concerned and half annoyed. "Connor started beating up Jensen, and I went to defend him. Connor kicked me in the stomach, then said he was coming after me." Lifting her son's sweater, she saw the bruise. "Go in the freezer and put the package of sausages on your stomach. It'll keep the swelling down." "But mom," "Go."
Ignoring the very handsome man momentarily, she left the store, without her sweater. Going outside, she came to face with Connor Abrahams. "Miss Summers, where's Alden?" "Inside. But you are not going anywhere near my son." Being incredibly stupid, Connor made like he was going to punch her when she grabbed his arm, twisting it around his back. "You come after my children or any other child smaller or younger than you, I will personally see that you are expelled. Also, if you dare say a word against my son, for instance, mama's boy, freak, or wimp, I'll make sure that you'll be working here, until you're 65, selling to women who are over the age of 50 and 100 lbs over weight. Is that understood?" "Yes, ma'am. I promise to leave your kids alone." "And?" "And the others too." "Good. Now if I'm not mistaken, you're in Alden's history class. So you have a paper to do too. Get cracking." "Yes ma'am." "Good."
"Alden, come out here now." "Am I grounded mom?" "Yes, for the rest of the weekend." Placing a kiss on her son's forehead, she said, "Although I appreciate you defending Jensen, fighting is never the best and only solution. Now go home, do your paper. I want to see a first draft when I come home tonight." "Ok. Bye Mr. Rourke." "Bye Alden."