Dean reached his car and slipped into the drivers’ seat. Reaching out to turn the keys in the ignition, he stopped and sat back, thinking about what had just happened. Had he really just kissed Buffy? The slight tingling he could feel on his lips told him he had and he smiled. Things were certainly looking up.
When he’d come here, he wasn’t sure about anything. Oh he knew he still wanted to do the job, but the whole move to a new city and start all over again…alone…had been pretty daunting. And when he’d seen that building, he’d almost turned and walked away. Now though, he was so glad he hadn’t.
He had a date. With Buffy Summers.
She was almost in the category of myth. Everyone knew her name and the things she had done. And Dean had thought of her as someone who would be haughty and not wanting to waster the time of day with mere mortals. He couldn’t have been more wrong. She was just an ordinary girl… No, scrub that! Buffy was not ordinary! No way! Dean didn’t believe in love at first sight. That was all crap. But there had been something instant between them. She was so easy to be with and while Dean was a pretty friendly guy and generally got along with people easily…with the exception of the Council…with Buffy, it had been even easier than normal.
Still smiling, he started the car and drove slowly back to his little room. It wasn’t much, pretty basic, but it was warm and dry and there was plenty of room for all his books. Books though, were the last thing on his mind right now. He showered quickly and dressed in clothes he thought would be okay for the bar they were going to. Now all he had to do was find something to pass the time till he had to go and collect her. And that proved easier said than done!
He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. He told himself to get a grip and stop acting like a teenager on a first date, but it was no good. He hadn’t been this excited about a girl for a long, long time. Seven o’clock seemed to take forever to arrive but finally, he was in a cab on the way to the imposing building. He saw a flower shop that was still open on the way there and had the driver stop. Choosing flowers wasn’t Dean’s thing at all but he finally just bought a bunch that, to him, looked pretty...all different colours and varieties of flowers. Then they were on their way again. His heart was beating way too fast and he wondered exactly what was going on here. Things like this didn’t really happen outside of the movies. But it was happening all the same, no matter what he tried to tell himself.
When he saw her standing outside in the cold air, it got even worse. Getting out of the cab on wobbly legs, he approached her, flowers clutched in his hand. “You didn’t change your mind then?”