Spike walked into his apartment, dropping everything that he had in his arms right on the floor, not caring where it ended up. He was exhausted. He thought he was gonna drop, literally. He never thought that working at a diner would make his feet hurt so bad.

He had table after table today. Apparently, people enjoyed seeing new faces at Mel's Diner, so they all sat in his area today. Not all of his tables were that bad, actually. He had one table in particular that he hated, but then she came.

Buffy. His first customer. She was beautiful today. As if she wasn't every time that he had seen her. She wore tight jeans, stiletto heals, and a petite, black, sleeveless shirt, that dipped just low enough in the front to show a bit of clevage to make her look extravagant. She had her hair pulled in a messy bun, which he thought looked absolutely sexy on her.

He hadn't seen Riley, Captain Forehead as he called him, in a few days, and assumed that things with them weren't so great right now. He had to admit, though, he didn't hate the idea that they might break up. He reveled in it. He hoped that they did, then he could show her how she should really be treated.

She shouldn't be taken to a diner for dinner, she should be taken out to a fancy place where everyone there just shrunk in comparison to her. Although, to him, no one could hold a candle to her.

He plopped down on his couch, barely able to lift his legs to rest on the coffee table in front of him. His mind was running a thousand different ways all at once. He finally began to argue with himself, and if he had told anyone else that, they would have thought he was crazy.

'Why can't you stop thinking about her?'

'Cause she's gorgeous that's why.'

'That doesn't mean that you have to think about her all the time! She's just a chit. Just like the rest of them.'

'Just keep telling yourself that, mate. She's not like the others and you know it. She's something spectacular and you can't help but want her to yourself.'

'But you're never going to get her, you idiot. She's with that insipid Riley bloke.'

'He's no good for her. You need to get her away from him.'

'Oh yeah? Well how do you expect me to do that, mate? She doesn't even know me. Why the hell would she trust me? The only conversations that we've had is when she came into the diner for lunch.'

'But they've still been conversations. That says something right there. Admit it, you've never had so much fun just talking to a chit before, have you?'

The second Spike was silent, as if his answer was evident.

'That's what I thought. Just thinking about how you all hit it off when you speak gets you missing her doesn't it? You miss her and you barely know her. So don't sit there and act as if you've got nothing to do with her, you ponce. And stop arguing with me, if anyone else were to know about what's going on inside your brain right now, you would be locked up for sure. Then you would never get to see her. Wouldn't that just piss you off? Now, get up, go to bed, and get some sleep. I'm tired.'

Spike thought that he was losing his mind, arguing with himself like that, but he had to admit, his second voice did make a lot of sense. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he was falling for this girl that he barely knew.

All he could think about was her golden hair, her tanned legs, how she swayed her hips as she walked out of the diner, away from him. He sighed, struggling to stand up.

He headed to his bedroom, deciding to take a detour to the bathroom to take a leak and brush his teeth before he went to bed. Once done, he slowly waltzed to his bed, barely getting his clothes off before crawling under the covers.

Once again, unable to think of anything but her, he growled in frustration. He couldn't think of anything or anyone else. At that instant, he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was going to be one hell of a night for him. Sleep would not going to come easy.

Tonight was going to be hell.