Buffy really had no intention of reading anything anytime soon, but considering the fact that she was simply wandering the city anymore, she was bound to stumble upon one one L.A.'s many bookstores. She caught sight of a man walking in who reminded her of Giles. Tall, kind of nerdy, glasses pushed all the way up on his nose. It made her feel comfortable for a moment, and so she followed him inside.
She'd watched him for a while, wondering if he would soon realize he was practically being stalked. In order to make herself look less suspicious, she started to casually browse the racks. Some random self-help books, a few fiction novels, fan-written biographies on their favorite celebrities... And that included the Beatles.
"The Longest Cocktail Party? No thanks." It sounded more like the name of a badly written porno.