Setting: Season 4
Word Count: 100
He was on his own. Again.
“Get used to it, Giles,” he muttered forlornly after closing the door behind his friends. “They all have lives outside of you and the library now.”
Crossing over to his desk, he sat down to his research, but his heart wasn’t in it and he let out a heavy sigh.
He turned hearing the door open. Buffy entered with a soft smile.
“I didn’t feel like dancing,” she answered at his questioning look. “Care to join me for a mocha at the Pump?”
The loneliness receded and he returned her smile. “I’d love to.”