Okay. So, Buffy had some weird dreams last night in which she kicked a bunch of monster's asses and called herself a slayer. It was strange and it had been vivid. If the same thing hadn't been happening to other people on the network she probably wouldn't have thought twice about it, but... there was a small piece of her mind that was nagging at her telling her to believe what she had seen. Her mind was being ridiculous and she had decided to get it very, very drunk in order to deal with it's shenanigans.
Luckily Graham was available for a dinner date at her favorite mexican food restaurant, so she headed out from campus almost immediately. It would be good to see a familiar face and talk about the dreams. Someone that wasn't her mother or little sister who would do nothing but freak out at her. She didn't need that. She needed sarcastic jokes because that's how Buffy dealt.
She spotted Graham almost immediately and plopped down opposite him. "Hey," she said with a big smile. She already felt relieved at the sight of him. "You beat me," she pointed out.