"See, my boyfriend. The real kind who the beer belongs to," Buffy told the guy. She looked up at Danny. "Don't know. Guy who decided you were made up."

The guy squared his jaw, obviously offended, pissed off and sizing Danny up. He looked over to Buffy. "You could do so much better."

The only thing that kept Buffy from decking the guy was Danny's arm around her shoulders.

"Than you? I know I could. I did. His name is Danny," Buffy told the guy with a tight, cardboard smile.