Proposal
AU
Disclaimer: Never going to own anything other than a box of crackers.
Pairings: B/A!
Chapter 1
Looking around with mild interest, Buffy Summers walked down the busy LA sidewalk. Finally spotting her intended destination, she gracefully moved around an elderly woman and who she guessed was her son, and entered the formally decorated restaurant. Looking around, she quickly spotted her table and walked over to it.
"Hello Linds; how are you?" she politely asked as she sat down in the seat across from him. "Just fine, darling." He replied with a smile as he turned to look at her. "What took you so long?" Buffy sat back and took a sip of water, "Traffic was terrible. I must say though, the weather is lovely today." Lindsey chuckled at that and raised his water glass. "A toast then, to the wonderful weather of downtown LA." Buffy smirked as he took a sip. "Now you're just being silly. Mocking is no way to a woman's heart, or has Darla not told you this, yet."
Lindsey smiled at her, "Oh she has, believe me. But she's also told me that diamonds, especially on a ring, are a great gift. I have yet to give her one, and she is still happily with me." "Yes, but that might be for that little red sports car you just purchased." Replied Buffy as the waiter arrived, "Besides, Darla tends to humor you." Her friend chuckled as she turned to the waiter. "I'll have mixed greens, dressing on the side. Also, a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild Pauillac 1996." "I'll have the fish." Lindsey said as the blonde took another sip of water.
He raised an eyebrow as she sat back in her chair. "Yes?" innocently asked the blonde. "Ordering a three hundred dollar bottle of wine, my my, getting stingy in our old age, our we?" He chuckled a little as she gave an innocent shrug. "What can I say Linds, I'm just a regular old scrooge." Lindsey snorted at that, "I don't know if I would use the term scrooge." He looked her over and shook his head, defiantly not. Dressed in a silk black pants suit with a dark blue blouse, she radiated money and prestige. He was dressed in a similar suit, the designer sunglasses he had worn earlier set to his right. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and many of the patrons could sense that.
"Well Linds, what prompted you to ask your old friends out to lunch?" questioned Buffy as the waiter retuned with the bottle of wine. Lindsey waited while Buffy decided if the wine was satisfactory. After the waiter had poured both of them a glass and left, he leaned forward and looked her in the eye. "I have a proposition for you." Buffy smirked, "What kind of proposition Mr. McDonald? I'm a busy person and have many things happening. Besides, I'm due back in Rome in two days." Lindsey leaned forward a little more and spoke in a hushed whisper, "What I have for you is a forty million dollar proposition." He leaned back and stared at the young woman. He watched as she took a sip of wine and gazed at the priceless paintings adorning the wall. If there was anything he ever learned from his friend, it was patience. "I do believe I could push my meetings back a few days." She finally said after a few minutes, still looking at a Picasso on the far wall. Lindsey smirked as reached for his wine glass.
