"So you came to Smallville to do a research paper?" Clark asked Buffy. They were seated at a table inside the Talon, sipping warm, rich coffee out of green mugs.
"Yeah," Buffy lied. "There's nothing like digging into American cultures that doesn't excite me." Clark chuckled.
"Most people wouldn't agree with you. I'm not even sure I do," he told her.
"I know," Buffy breathed. "I'm the oddball once again." Clark checked his watch. "Gotta be somewhere?" Buffy asked. She didn't want him to leave. She had a strange feeling about him. It was like if she took her eyes off of him for one second, her chances of any new information on the first slayer would be lost forever.
"No, I was just checking the time. We've been talking for a really long while." Clark smiled. Buffy smiled back.
"So you said you were from California?" asked Clark, keeping the conversation going.
Buffy nodded. "Sunnydale."
"Small town?" asked Clark.
Buffy shrugged. "I guess you could say that." She thought about the tons of vamps running around the "small town" as Clark called it and the huge hellmouth it sat on top of it.
Clark chuckled again. "Your somethin' else you know that?"
"How do you figure?" Buffy asked, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.
"Well for starters, you came to Smallville. We only get about two tourists a year. Plus you came from California. I don't know of anyone who would even think twice about doing that. And you said you're here for a research paper. There's really not much research to be done in Smallville."
"I don't know about that," said Buffy. "There was a meteor shower here when you were a kid, right? I'd say that's worth researching."
Clark thought for a moment. "If you think there's some kind of story here, your wrong," he told Buffy. Buffy sensed she had touched a nerve. There was something about the meteor shower that made this guy tense.
The feeling that she had to watch his every move was gone. It was time for her to go...for a little while anyway. She still needed to speak to him, but now didn't seem like such a great time anymore.
"Oh my gosh, look at the time," she exclaimed. Clark watched her suspiciously. "I've really gotta get started on this research. I'll talk to you another time Clark. It's a small town, I'm sure we'll see each other again."
She stood up and grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair. With a small wave to Clark, she turned and walked out the front door. When she got outside the streets were surprisingly bustling with people, so she took a back alley.
Someone grabbed her wrist. "Who are you?"