[ Buffy is in the middle of a stretch, mind a million miles away (on Raleigh) as she tries to organize what she's going to teach him and in what sort of order. She'd never taught anyone like this. They'd either already had an idea or it had been an in the moment learning experience. She turns when he says her name then stops. Okay. Yeah. She's going to stare a little. And a little more. Finally, her eyes meet his and it's probably comical how much she looks like she's been caught red-handed doing something she shouldn't. ]
I--Hi? [ She'll just go ahead and blush bright red.] I was just--[ staring at him and his shirtlessness. Really, he ought to expect it if he's going to walk around looking like that. ] That's me. Buffy. Hi.
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I--Hi? [ She'll just go ahead and blush bright red.] I was just--[ staring at him and his shirtlessness. Really, he ought to expect it if he's going to walk around looking like that. ] That's me. Buffy. Hi.