Tuesday Morning Coffee
Tuesday Morning CoffeeDisclaimer:
I own nothing. FOX, Joss Whedon, Dark Horse Comics, DC, Warner Brothers, the CW, and anyone not me own everything. Don’t it suck?Notes:
Random plot bunnies in the AM are the cause of this. Now I will return to my little hideaway in reader and lurker land.Notes 2:
This was known as just "Tuesday Morning Coffee" and was a oneshot. Now? It's not. Kay? Keen.
The day was beginning simple enough but Buffy Summers was sure it would go downhill. After all, it was Tuesday. The young woman was waiting in line for coffee.. While drinking a cup of coffee. Maybe it was the precoffee-coffee. Maybe it was the three crullers she’d scarfed down as soon as she woke up. Whatever the reason, Buffy was fidgety and she had an annoyingly familiar tune in her head. While she managed to stifle herself from singing, ‘Life’s a show and we all play our parts..’ the slayer found herself humming that cursed tune from behind her warm cup of coffee.
Her little moment was brought to an end by an amused voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone drinking coffee while waiting to get
“When the line is as long as this one has been, it’s best to be prepared. Especially on Tuesdays.” Buffy replied and dared to turn around. Standing behind her was a very
good looking man around her age dressed in casual but stylish near ‘dressy’ clothes. He was tall with what could be described as a lean swimmer’s build and blond hair. He had a slight smile on his face that didn’t quite spread to his eyes.
“Really, and here I thought the worst lines were on Thursdays.” The young man said dryly.
Buffy smirked at him and stepped up a place in line. “Shows what you know.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like you know Tuesdays on an intimate level.”
“That’s putting it lightly.” She took a sip of her coffee and studied him carefully. He seemed to be taking things lightly, but there was an underlining mystery around him. But it was well masked and Buffy knew the only reason she could tell was because of her own experience at hiding things over the years. “I take it Thursdays make you their bitch?” Buffy swore inwardly. Why the hell had she used that phrase? That’s what happened when she spent too much time with the rowdy bunch of slayers when patrolling.
“That’s one way of putting it.” He said as they got to move ahead in line. “What was that song?”
Buffy blinked innocently. “What song?”
“The one you were humming. It had a nice tune.”
She waved it off with a light laugh. “Oh that? It’s nothing. Just a local musical thing from my old stomping grounds.” It was true. Kind of. It wasn’t as if she was going to tell a perfect stranger that there was demon in existence that induced singing, dancing, and spontaneous combustion. Though it wouldn’t be a bad idea if it could get some of the lamer musicals taken off Broadway…
“Either I have something on my face, you decided to leave a vacancy in the present, or you’re enamored of me.” The smile he gave her once again didn’t quite reach those eyes of his.
Buffy rolled her eyes and tossed her now empty cup into the nearest bin. “Maybe I was so enamored of the thing on your face that I vacated reality.” There it was. The eyes lit up with the dazzling smile. Buffy for the win. “Something tells me you have an ego and a habit of stroking it.”
Grinning, he shook his head, “Now why would I do that when I could have others do it for me.”
Buffy was about to retort, when she realized she was finally first in line. YES. Buffy was all business when talking to the barista. “Just get me a Caramel Macchiato, please.”
“Make that two.” Buffy glanced back at her new line buddy and he shrugged. “It’s on me.”
They waited for their drinks and Buffy arched an eyebrow, “What makes you think I’ll let you buy me coffee?”
“A beautiful woman turning down free caffeine from, and if I may say so, a dashing individual such as myself, might be considered a law against nature.” He said with a charming smile.
“HA!” Buffy guffawed. See her not falling to her knees at the hottie and charm. “I think most sane women might consider it a smart decision.”
“Something tells me that you aren’t most women.” He said and paid for their coffee before Buffy could argue.
Once her Macchiato was in her hands, Buffy started to walk away, fully aware that he was following her. “Maybe I’m more like most women than you think.”
“Or maybe you just want to be.”
And.. He was even following her out the doors and down the sidewalk. It wasn’t that Buffy wanted to shake him, but she didn’t have time for this. His charm and the casual banter that almost hit home was.. Well.. It was making her cookie dough and she wanted to be baked, not- man, even in her mind that analogy didn’t sound good. She stopped at the corner and spun around, forcing him to come to a halt or risk crashing into her. “Do you follow strange women often?”
He had a knowing smile that gave Buffy a sense of dread. “Only when they happen to be going the same direction as me.”
Oh. She tried to fight the embarrassment. She was too old for this. Oh look. She blushed. Damn. “Oh.” It was all she could say.
“Do I even get a name?” He asked her. “After all, I bought you coffee.”
“I didn’t see you offering yours.” Buffy said defensively.
“Oliver Queen.” He almost seemed to appear like she should know the name.
But this was Buffy. It was quite apparent the name meant nothing to her. “Nice meeting you, Oliver. Thanks for the coffee.” She turned on her heel and began to walk away.
“That’s it?” Oliver asked as she left him standing there.
She paused long enough to turn around and flash him a grin. “You know what they say, always leave the crowd wanting more.” Buffy resumed her exit from the scene even as she heard Oliver laughing.
Maybe it was the beginning of a good day after all.