Who: Andrew and Spike Where: Around the POD building. When: Saturday afternoon. What: failed avoidance, mostly.
Andrew really wasn't very good at avoiding people, especially not if the people he was trying to avoid wanted to see him, which was luckily not the case this time. Or it must not have been since he hadn't seen Spike for weeks, and while a part of him really missed the vampire, another part was mortified at the thought of having to face him again after that fateful night with Angel, it didn't help that he couldn't stop thinking about it. Though it did help that he had talked to Angel since then, though the fact that they had kind of shifted the blame over to Spike kind of made it worse at the same time. He wasn't really doing anything special when he turned a corner and spotted the tell-tale blond hair and cool leather coat that just the thought of made him blush and freeze in his steps. A rather embarrassingly high-pitched squeak escaped him and in an almost cartoonish manner he vanished behind the nearest object he could find. Which happened to be the corner he had just turned.