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Spike's definitely out of his comfort zone: gun under virtual lock and key (which means no clip loaded), lighter tucked away safely, and... he has no fucking idea what to expect.
No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.
At least he might learn a thing or two.
Or not.
He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.
No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.
At least he might learn a thing or two.
Or not.
He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.