Spike helped Buffy into the limousine and went around to the other side. As he did so, Buffy looked around. This was the real thing. Mini fridge, chauffeur, the whole deal. Spike must have spent a lot of money on this.
Just then the other door opened and Spike slid in next to Buffy. He smiled at her, knowing that she knew just how expensive this was.
"Do you like it?"
"Spike, I love it. Where did you get the money?"
"Called on a few owed favors, some debts. I got it." The limo pulled away from the curb. "And it was all worth it."
Neither one knew what to saw or do next, so they sat in uncomfortable silence. When about halfway to Café Abrutissants, otherwise known as "that little French place," Spike opened the mini fridge and withdrew two wine glasses and a bottle of fine champagne.
"Want some? We still have about twenty minutes until we arrive." Buffy nodded. Spike wrestled with the cork, even with vampire strength. When it finally gave way, champagne splashed onto the floor, narrowly missing Spike's lap.
"Shit! Let's… not tell the rental place about this."
He poured a little champagne into each glass and handed one to Buffy. Raising his glass, he proposed a toast.
"To us."
To our one date," Buffy corrected. Spike heard the hesitation in her voice and smirked. He downed his glass while Buffy sipped at hers.
When the limousine stopped at the restaurant, Spike looked at Buffy and said, "Stay right there." He got out and raced around to help her. She stepped out, using his offered hand for balance. While smoothing down the front of her dress, Buffy saw where he had brought her.
Café Abrutissant? But it's almost impossible to get reservations here.
"Have you ever tried French food, Buffy?" She shook her head, too stunned to say anything. He smiled at her. "I recommend the vitritié poire." He took her arm and led her inside.
A/N: For your information, vitritié poire is glazed pears. It is a delicious French dish consisting of cooked pears filled with cream cheesetopped witha sweet glaze.