She laughed at his comment about the plan and took his hand. It was warm and a lot bigger than hers. Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head slightly. He seemed familiar somehow but she had no idea why. After a moment she realized she'd probably been holding onto his hand for a bit too long. She let go of it, turning slightly pink.

"Buffy Summers." His thick New York accent made her more aware of her California girl one. "Personally, I think I'm gonna call you Rocky." She glanced at the bar stool next to him. "Do you mind if I sit?"

Maybe if she talked to him a little bit she'd figure out how she knew him. She wasn't sure how she'd forgotten that accent but then most of her junior, senior and freshman in college years were a blur so really, it was all up for grabs.