Buffy used to like school, well, the socializing part of it, anyway. That was what she lived and breathed for, back at Emery High School. Of course, then the whole potential Slayer thing came, along with torching the high school gym because it was full of vampires, and things kind of slid downhill fast.
When someone else came inside the diner, Buffy looked up. Cute boy, kind of bad boy looking type. She used to like them preppy but, after everything that has happened, she hasn't really thought about guys in a while.
She flashed a quick smile the boy's way and, when the waitress came back by, ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes.