Let's talk about it [RP for stillacrime]

[whattingawhat]

Buffy had gotten Danny's letter at work and now she was nervous about talking to him. She knew it was inevitable and it was something that needed to be done. In fact, there were things he needed to know but it didn't make it any easier to talk to him about it. She was sitting out on the balcony with a dozen candles tucked in corners. She had taken their comforter off the bed, piled the pillows outside as well. Everything was all ready for a balcony picnic. The only thing missing was Danny and takeout. She glanced at her cell phone, deciding she had time to change before he got there. She got up and slipped into a pair of yoga shorts and a wife beater, pulled her hair up in a messy bun at the back of her head and went back out onto the balcony to wait.