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How dare Mr. What’s-A-Macchiato? tip her with a fortune cookie ? Buffy had real bills to pay!
Irritated, she snapped it open and crunched on the insulting cookie.
“You’ll win a zillion dollars!” she declared, unfolding her paper fortune.
Love isn't something you find. Love finds you.
“Guess China’s never heard of me.” The has-been slayer who destroyed magic and watched every lover go.
The doorbell jingled.
“We’re closed!” Well, nearly .
“Not here for coffee.”
That voice…
She looked up. “Spike…?”
“Buffy.”
Vision blurry. Heart beaty.
“Missed you,” he uttered.
Burning hands. Her quiet confession…
Shattering glass jolted her back.
“Spike.”
