Buffy had a weird feeling of deja-vu as she stood in the empty parking lot. She could feel the heat from the sun-baked asphalt through the thin soles of her sandals. "Why are we doing this again?"
"You wanted to get away from the Slaying. We don't really have many skills that the world will pay for, but I have experience in retail. This will be perfect for us."
"I don't know, Giles. I've got a bad feeling about this." Buffy looked at the sign on the building in front of her: