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The place was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. It was done in shades of maroon and gold with flowers on every table. Once again, Buffy was speechless. Spike walked up to the podium where the host stood. "Reservations for two under the name William Giles."
The host looked at his record book then said, "Yes sir. This way." Spike winked at Buffy. He took her hand and they followed the host. Spike had reserved a table in the center of the large room. He wanted to show off his girl.
Once they were seated, Buffy leaned forward towards Spike and whispered, "Thanks for bringing me here. But how did you get reservations?"
"Wasn't as hard as you'd think. I called, acted like a poof, and insisted on coming here. You just have to be persistent." He was obviously proud of himself.
"Or totally annoying, which I'm thinking is more likely," Buffy laughed. "As long as you didn't kill anyone, I guess it's okay. And why'd you use the name Giles?"
"I needed to give them a name. That was the first 'proper' name I thought of."
Soon the menus were brought to the table. Luckily for Buffy, everything was printed in both French and English. She was glad that Spike was paying for the meal; the prices were extravagant.
When Buffy looked up from her menu after staring at it blankly for quite some time, a single red rose was lying on the table in front of her. On a stool next to the table there was an ice bucket with a bottle of wine in it. Spike was smiling at her casually.
Roses and wine? Wow. He really knows the way to a girl's heart. No. Stop thinking like that. Of course he knows, he's dead- undead- and he's been wooing girls for over one hundred years. Right before he bit them. But even with her mind yelling at her, Buffy couldn't help but smile back.
Spike popped the cork out of the wine bottle quickly and poured them each a small amount. Already having toasted in the limousine, they drank in silence. A waiter appeared and they ordered, Spike doing most of the work. Buffy could hardly pronounce the names of what she wanted. They were both looking forward to whatever lay ahead.