"So," says Kon outside the rink, not even pretending he wasn't waiting for her. "I was thinking pizza."
"Movies are cool and all," he explains, slipping his arm around her as they walk towards the diner, "but we didn't get a lot of time to...talk." He gives her a leer to clarify.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," he says loftily. "I don't know anything about you."
"You know a little. I don't get off work til ten."
"You're really persistent."
She considers. "Fine. Get back here at ten, we'll get pizza."
He goes for a kiss as she goes in, but she moves out of the way. "That's after the date, remember?"
He sighs dramatically, but gives her a genuine "Can't wait" before leaving.
Willow comes in at nine-thirty to say hi.
"Are you busy tonight?" she asks, smiling. "Me and Xander were thinking bad movie fest."
"I have a date," she says with a shrug. "Sorry, Wil, he beat you out by a good seven hours."
"A date? Really? Is he cute?"
"Decent. Kind of full of himself. But fun. Hockey player."
"I bet Giles is thrilled."
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"So is he coming here? Should I rough him up? Make sure he knows to treat you right."
"It's the second date, Wil. If you do the beating with a shovel routine I might not get to three. Even if he didn't seem that intimidated by pepper spray. Or kicking."
"You pepper-sprayed him?"
"No, just joked about it. But he could still probably get taken down a notch or two. I'll let you know if we get to a fifth date."
"But...nothing serious, right?"
"I doubt it," she says with a smile. "Just a guy."
"So," says Kon as Buffy leaves, "I didn't know what you like. So I got half meat and half veggie."
"My hero," she smirks. "I like everything."
"I knew you were my kind of girl. Your place or mine?"
"Do these lines work on anyone? Mine."
"I think you just answered your own question," he says, juggling the pizza so he can hold her hand. It's weird, she thinks; she's dated a lot of guys, a lot of them for much longer than Kon, but he's his own level of touchy feely. She kind of likes it.
"I can kick you out of my apartment."
"And Tim and Bart are at mine. Yours, we'll have some privacy."
"You have got to work on this leering thing. It's really not subtle."
"It's not supposed to be. Do I still have to wait to kiss you?"
He sighs. "You're lucky you're worth it."
"And here I was thinking you were just desperate."
"Desperate? I could have any girl I wanted."
She opens the door. "You're still the one who keeps asking me out."
"You keep saying yes."
"Mystery of the universe. You can put the pizza there, I'll get some plates."
When she comes out of the kitchen, Kon is poking around. "It's nice. I thought you'd live with your dad."
"The guy at the rink with you?"
"Not my dad. Coach."
"Really? He was giving pretty serious don't-touch-my-daughter vibes."
She tucks her hair behind her ear as she gets some pizza. "My dad's kinda...out of the picture."
He looks serious. "Yeah?"
"No big. He was a jerk, and then he left. It happens."
"What about your mom?"
She looks away again. "Cancer."
"Sorry," he says, honestly. He adds, "My parents died when I was a baby."
She tilts her head and smiles a little. "This wasn't exactly what I pictured when you said we were gonna talk."
"Hey, that's not my fault. I wanted to make out."
"Why do you play hockey?" she asks instead of rising to the bait.
"Why?" he asks.
"What's the appeal?"
"Chicks dig it," he says, smirking. "And I couldn't really afford college. Plus, good reflexes, and my skull's so hard I can take the abuse."
"I like it," he explains. "It'd be cool to be a star, but I still like playing. Even if I never make it big."
"So you're not quite as shallow as you act, huh?"
"Almost," he says with a grin. "You busy tomorrow?"
"You're not...what do you want?"
"Sex? Girlfriend? Human contact?"
Kon blinks. "All of the above?"
"I'm not...exactly in the market for a relationship. Hanging out's cool, but...I'm not sure I'm girlfriend material."
"So why'd you say yes?"
"But not interested," he says, sounding down.
She considers. He's nice. He's hot. He's got at least some hidden depth. She can talk to him. "Interested," she says firmly. "Just...it'll take a few more dates."
"I can do more dates."
She figures he's earned a kiss.
"I can definitely do more dates," he says breathlessly sometime later. Buffy wonders when she got on his lap, and when his hand got up her shirt.
"That maybe undermined my point," she says.
"I don't mind," Kon says eagerly.
"I can tell."
He kisses her again. "Are you busy tomorrow?"
"That's my day off."
"Does that mean I get a date?"
"Sure. But you might wanna focus on the date at hand first."
Kon looks her up and down, tightening his arms around her waist and leaning his head closer.
In retrospect, she thinks she should have gotten off his lap, but it probably saved time.
"This one's going pretty well," he adds unnecessarily.