She was at The Bronze, a little cheerer upper by the gang. Nothing
could console her, the love of her life or at least she thought, had
disappeared in the mist and blinking lights. He was gone, really gone.
Angel was gone. She stirred her Diet Coke with the straw impatiently.
Willow and Oz were dancing, Cordelia was flirting with the bartender, a
young twenty something, and Xander was well, in the little boys' room. It
was Cordelia's last Bronze appearance, she'd be going to LA tomorrow
afternoon, trying to make it in the entertainment world. Buffy would be
enrolling in UC Sunnydale that fall, as would Willow and Oz. Xander would
be going on his cross country "See America" tour. A tour of one.
She sipped her Coke and put it down. Meanwhile, a college grad walked
in with his best friends.
"Wasn't that something? The high school blown up? During graduation no
less." Graham, one of the grad's friends asked.
"Probably a punk." Riley, the grad muttered.
"Probably a hot girl punk." Forrest, Riley's other friend sighed with
"Forrest, get your mind off girls for one minute, 'kay?" Riley hit him over
the head playfully.
"Why are we here if not to scope out chicks? I mean..... woh, check HER
out." Forrest pointed at the blonde in the corner sitting at one of the
round tables, sipping her drink.
"What about her?" Riley asked.
"Total damsel in distress, look how she pours her sorrows over a soda while
she watches her friends dance." Forrest said, not knowing the half of it.
"No doubt some jerk broke her heart and now she's trying to get over it.
Riley, I dare you to go over there and ask her to dance, help her." Graham
said not changing tone.
"Are you kidding, Gray?" Riley raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"Nope, I can tell, he's really not. Graham's serious. Give it a try. If she
spits you out, I'm gonna try it myself." Forrest pushed Riley out there
into the table area.
Was that a guy, a guy walking over to her? He looked older, older
than her anyway, probably by three years at least. He was tall, and
muscled, he had blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that was floppy and almost
came to his eyes, but didn't. He was cute. And he was coming to talk to
"Hello, would you like to dance?" He asked nervously, because he was not a
good fast dancer.
Buffy thought a moment then asked ", what's your name?" She made eye
contact and got lost in the depths of his own eyes.
"Riley, Riley Finn."
"I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers. Nice to meet you, and I would just love to
dance." She replied and let a smile enhance her dimples. She took his hand
and let him lead her to the dance floor. Why not? Why not dance with this
dashing stranger? She liked him, she liked it, the freedom. It was sweet