WHO: Buffy and Castiel WHAT: Buffy wants answers about heaven. An alleged Angel seems like a good go-to. WHEN: April 27th, Late afternoon WHERE: Local coffee cafe RATING: Medium (Possible heated arguing?) STATUS: Complete.
Here's a funny question you might never have to ask yourself: What do you wear to meet an Angel? Do you dress up as though it were a formal affair? Buffy had decided that since she wasn't positive this Castiel guy was an Angel, and they weren't meeting anywhere fancy - the clothes she was already wearing were just fine. As for accessories? She'd slipped a small silver dagger into her purse. It didn't hurt to be prepared. There had to be some reason she was feeling so cynical. She had a weird feeling about it all. And it wasn't just because she didn't want to believe she couldn't have been there. The concept of heaven itself was kind of headache-inducing. At least hell made sense to her.
There wasn't too many people to tell where she was going since she was trying to keep her investigation off the radar of the people she was closest to. It felt weird to leave The Hyperion without someone wanting to know her plans, needing her for something, etc. She felt like a spy. A decent spy usually had a killer car, though. Buffy was forced to take the bus. Walking would have worked, but then she'd be late.
When she arrived to the coffee place it was mostly deserted. Only a few patrons sat at tables, their heads buried in newspapers or books or their own thoughts. It was quiet, like a library. The noise of a coffee grinder seemed disruptful, even out of place in the envionment. A sensible coffee seemed the right choice. After ordering and recieving it (adding milk and lots of sugar), Buffy took a seat at one of the tables that lined the windows.