-Chapter Four-

Kal and Anne

She spent the next few hours taking orders. The café was packed of bearded dirty old man and young lovers and runaways all getting their morning fix of coffee or just to smack her backside.

"What are you having?" Buffy asked taking out a small pen and pad. She looked down at the pad not even looking at two sleazy middle-aged men gawking at her.

"I don't know what are you offering?" he chuckled slyly in a gruff Texas accent. He smile crept across his bearded face making his beard rise upwards a bit.

"Whatever's on the menu?" Buffy replied impatiently as they did what ever other pervert did when they came in every day.

"I'll have the eggs," said his friend. "Scrambled," he added with a wink.

Buffy rolled her eyes and walked away before even getting the other mans order. The man slapped her behind as she passed. She stopped, a few months back she would have spun around and hit him, but now she just swallowed it and let it go. She didn't want any trouble, she just wanted to be left alone and if a few creepy old men groped her, so be it.

She walked away from them bottling away her anger like a sponge. She was a walking sponge taking in all the anger and soaking it up.

She looked up at the clock overlooking the kitchen. It was six O'clock, she only had half an hour and then, she'd be returning back to her slum. The bell of the door rung as the door swung open. Clark Kent, a tall dark-haired young man about a year younger than her walked in, a leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, the sun rippled across also hitting the dark glasses on his face. He walked towards the counter. Buffy stared at him for minute he was better dressed than anyone in there.

He sat down at the counter. "Anne," called one of the waitresses to Buffy. "Could you serve that customer please?"

Buffy nodded. Her nametag looked down to floor saying: "Anne". That was the name she had chosen. It was her middle name and her secret identity. "You ordering something?" she asked as she reached the man at the counter.

He looked up taking off his glasses with a smile. "Yeah, I'll have a Pepsi Free," he said.

"We're out," she replied.

"Diet Coke?" he asked.

"They're a bit warm," Buffy replied warningly.

"Just give me something without any sugar," he replied amused.

"I suppose you're named after underwear," Buffy said with a bitter amusement

"No," he said taking a sip of his coffee she had just given to him. "Maybe, cos I don't wear any," he added slyly.

"Must hurt when getting ready in the morning," she replied with a meek laugh.

"Want to find out?" He replied suggestively with a cheeky smile.

"You got a name or just an attitude?" Buffy asked both peeved and intrigued by him.

"Kal," he replied placing his cup down onto the saucer with a clink. "And you?"

"Anne," she said pointing at her tag.

"Nice name," he replied. He took a sip of his coffee his eyes staying with her. He put his coffee down to the saucer with a clink. He looked at her as she passed one of the orders back through serving hatch to the kitchen. His eyes lolled dreamily and a small crept across his face.

"What are you looking at?" demanded Buffy.

"Just admiring the view," he replied.

She looked at him exasperated at yet again being chatted up by someone she was serving. "Very original," she said turning on her heels. "Like I haven't heard that one before."

"I should hope not," Clark replied slyly taking yet another sip of his coffee. "What time do you get off?"

"Why? Are you going to ask me out?" Buffy asked impatiently just looking up at the clock. She had fifteen minutes left of her shift.

"That is the idea when you ask someone when they get off," Clark replied cheekily leaning against the counter his coffee in his hand.

"No," Buffy snapped cleaning the table in front of her. She stormed towards the reception desk hurriedly dodging the builder's groping hands. She threw her apron down on the reception desk. "Becky, I'm leaving early. I'm not feeling well," she said to the girl at the front desk.

"Okay, see ya Anne," she called as Buffy ran out of the doors.

The air was cold and stabbed at her skin as she walked down the pavement. Smoke sizzled from the manholes and grids tickling her she passed them and making her shiver. She heard someone behind her. She stopped as a hand grabbed her. She grabbed the hand and flung the person over her shoulder to find Clark on the floor. She put her knee down on him and knelt down.

"If you want to be on top all you have to do is ask," Clark chuckled cheekily. "Besides-" He grabbed her and rice bailed her to the floor. Scrambled to her. "-I like to be on top."

Buffy flicked her leg to his neck and rolled over taking him with her so, that she is sitting on top him. He looked at her suggestively as she straddled him. "I like this position," he said looking at her sitting on top him. He grabbed her with both hands and rolled her over to his right so that he was over her. He kept his weight on her so that she couldn't get hit him.

"Listen, this has been fun," he said, "and it looks as if you haven't had much fun lately But-"

"Oh, I don't know," she said impatiently before kneeing him in the groin. Clark fell to the floor holding his groin in pain. "That seemed like fun."

"Nice moves," Clark chuckled, "so what are you a mutant?"

"What?" Buffy asked confused by what he'd just said.

"Well, the only type of people that have been a match to me have been mutants," Clark replied leaning against a post box smugly. "So what are you?"

"Something I don't want to be anymore," Buffy replied glumly bowing her head and skulking away.

"You and me both," Clark said walking a long wit her.

"So, why are you so strong?" Buffy asked trying to evade the conversation.

"I drunk a lot of milk," Clark said jokingly. "Growing up on a farm and everything."

"Wouldn't peg you for a farmboy," Buffy replied surprised by this revelation, which was hard to believe considering how he was dressed.

"I'm hard to peg down," Clark said flirtatiously.

"Are you going to be flirting with me all through this conversation?" Buffy snapped at him annoyed. "God!" she exclaimed exasperated, "I don't even know why I'm talking to you."

"We could do more than talking," Clark said as he stopped and spun her so that she was facing him.

"I'm not that kind of girl farmboy," Buffy said indignantly. "Besides, I'm not in the partying mood now."

"Your loss," he said cheerfully before swinging his leg over his motorbike. "I'll call by later and see if you've changed your mind."

He kicked down at the accelerator and rode away leaving Buffy standing watching, alone again.