Buffy sighed as she sat up in her bed. A small groan came from Ernie, her chocolate lab puppy.
"Momma's got to go to work." She rubbed his pink tummy and got up to get dressed.
Ernie sat up and whimpered.
"Walk?" She asked.
He jumped up and down frantically.
"Okay!" She smiled and dressed quickly, she pulled on her Dior sunglasses and clipped the leash onto his collar. He practically dragged her out the door.
She wandered aimlessly into the park with the Pooper Scooper. Ugh. She wrinkled her nose and pulled off her sunglasses. They were getting her nose sweaty.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called as it and its dog ran over to her. "Hey." He finally stopped and smiled.
"Where's Cordy?" She raised an eyebrow, slightly pissed-off.
"Very Funny." He said, grudgingly. "She's not my type. I'm not really into heartless-"
"Heartless? Wow. You've actually caught on pretty fast." Buffy laughed.
"So anyway, I'm just really sorry for leaving you hanging like that." He shrugged.
"Did you happen to see my jacket when you left?" She wrinkled her brows.
"Jacket?" He replied "No."
"There goes another expensive investment." She muttered. "The jacket was Chanel! I'm so upset. It took forever to justify spending money on it."
"I don't really care all that much about labels." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.
She looked at her watch idly. "Oh my God! I'm going to be so late for work!" She cried.
"Oh. I see." He looked to his feet.
"No, it's definitely not personal. It's great to meet someone who loathes Cordelia just as much as I do. But, if I'm late…I'm sure the office would be chaos." She smiled. She scribbled her cell phone and home phone numbers onto a napkin that she'd found in her pocket, as well as her screenname. "See you later." She smiled and began to power-walk home.
When she arrived at work, her jacket was laid on her chair as if she'd left it there herself. A folded up note was idly left on top. It read: Be careful where you leave your couture. Cordelia Chase can smell it from a mile away. That made her laugh. There always was someone in her office that left her funny notes. It was an ongoing mystery.
A few hours passed and she was truly bored. The article had a deadline in two days and she didn't know where to go with it. Her topic was on how to be a "shining star" in the dating field. She was supposed to use examples from movies and television.
She groaned as she did the necessary research in her office overlooking the busy New York City street below.
A message popped up.
Poetryman17: hey
CheeseSlaysMe: Woh. This is really really unexpected.
Poetryman17: You gave me your screenname!
CheeseSlaysMe: Isn't it like an unwritten rule that guys are supposed to wait at least three days before contact?
Poetryman17: I don't think I got the memo :( . I think I'm gonna cry.
CheeseSlaysMe: Broody much?
Poetryman17: I AM NOT BROODY! Why does everyone always say that?
CheeseSlaysMe: Oh PUHLEESE! You are the broodiest person I've ever seen…
Poetryman17: I think I should go…I don't like being insulted.
CheeseSlaysMe: Awww! Don't go! I was jk.
Poetryman17: Still, Cordelia's gonna bombard me at any moment.
CheeseSlaysMe: Ouch. Thatsucks. Goodluck.Cya.
Poetryman17: Tonight?
CheeseSlaysMe: What? Tonight?
Poetryman17: Are you busy?
CheeseSlaysMe: Um, I have to give Ernie a bath, but otherwise…no. Schedule utterly clear.
Poetryman17: You good with ice cream?
CheeseSlaysMe: Where?
Poetryman17: Serendipity. 7.
CheeseSlaysMe: k. I'll be there.
Poetryman17 has just signed out.
Buffy sighed.
Buffy gazed at the pile of clothes she'd decided against and listened to the pulsing of the burned cd her friend, Oz, had made for her. It was her favorite. Punchline, Jack's Mannequin, The Academy Is…, and The Ninja Death Accessory. It was the right kind of music to get her in the mood.
She finally settled on a Caribbean blue tunic adorned with a few small silver beads and a pair of vintage cuffed jeans. She pulled on her silver Coach ballet flats, grabbed her matching handbag, and left.
Waving down a cab, her cellphone began to ring.
"Hello?" She answered it.
"Hey, Buffy!" Willow squealed into the phone.
"What's up?" She was slightly irritated. A cab came for her and she sat down, giving the driver the address.
"You? I'm calling about you!" Willow cried dramatically.
"What do you mean? Me?"
"Xander and I haven't seen you in forever!"
"That is a lie!" Buffy replied. "I saw you guys at the coffee place downstairs just this morning!"
"We didn't talk. So what's up? You had happy face." Willow insisted.
"I have a specific happy face?"
"The same face you had after your first date with Riley!" Willow exclaimed.
"Wills, that was a long time ago." Buffy groaned.
"It's been only four years. Whatever."
"Okay, so there's this guy who works at McAllister-"
"Date?"
"Yeah. That's where I'm going as we speak."
"Finally!"
"I'm totally hanging up on you." Buffy laughed. And that she did.