A shoulder to lean on ((rp for not_a_eunuch))
Buffy hated flying.
She'd left her phone number just in case people needed to talk to her, but she was figuring most of the people that needed to talk to her were the ones she was on her way to go and see. That aside, she'd brought her iPod with her and was listening to some music when some guy next to her tried to hit on her.
She rolled her eyes and ignored him for the trip. She'd also had to sit through one of those dumb Jack Black movies she hated, and the food had been so horrible, she hadn't wanted to eat it even though she was starved.
When she finally got to New York and got her luggage, she was hungry, her hair wasn't in its cute ponytail anymore, and it took her five tries to hail a cab the right way. Why didn't people here just drive in cars the way everyone in L.A. did? The way normal people did?
"Hello? Angel? It's Buffy. I know this is pretty last minute, but I heard about Kara's baby from a friend, and it's been awhile since we've talked, and..." She dropped her luggage and looked around outside. Was the place empty? Then she thought she heard noise inside... "Uh, Cordelia said something about wanting to come visit, too..." Which would explain why he wasn't here, maybe? Or maybe it was the big place? Or was he all in broody-mode because of Darla and Connor?
She sighed and sat on her luggage. She should have called ahead, she knew she should have, but she never had before when it came to Angel. It was just a thing... they were always there for each other when the other was in trouble, and right now? With the little that she knew, she figured trouble was putting it mildly.
She'd left her phone number just in case people needed to talk to her, but she was figuring most of the people that needed to talk to her were the ones she was on her way to go and see. That aside, she'd brought her iPod with her and was listening to some music when some guy next to her tried to hit on her.
She rolled her eyes and ignored him for the trip. She'd also had to sit through one of those dumb Jack Black movies she hated, and the food had been so horrible, she hadn't wanted to eat it even though she was starved.
When she finally got to New York and got her luggage, she was hungry, her hair wasn't in its cute ponytail anymore, and it took her five tries to hail a cab the right way. Why didn't people here just drive in cars the way everyone in L.A. did? The way normal people did?
"Hello? Angel? It's Buffy. I know this is pretty last minute, but I heard about Kara's baby from a friend, and it's been awhile since we've talked, and..." She dropped her luggage and looked around outside. Was the place empty? Then she thought she heard noise inside... "Uh, Cordelia said something about wanting to come visit, too..." Which would explain why he wasn't here, maybe? Or maybe it was the big place? Or was he all in broody-mode because of Darla and Connor?
She sighed and sat on her luggage. She should have called ahead, she knew she should have, but she never had before when it came to Angel. It was just a thing... they were always there for each other when the other was in trouble, and right now? With the little that she knew, she figured trouble was putting it mildly.