Willow smiled down at a dozen or so slips of paper as she took another sip from her coffee mug, and looked up when a yawning Tara entered the small kitchen.
"What were you looking at?" The young woman asked, stopping to kiss the top of her girlfriend's head before continuing toward the refrigerator. After she poured herself a glass of juice, the blonde settled into the stool beside Willow.
"They're from the suggestion box," Willow answered and leaned in to take a closer look at her partner. "Have I told you how good you look in my shirts?" A grin found its way onto the redhead's face.
"I couldn't find a clean shirt," Tara blushed and pulled at the hem of the shirt she wore. "And anyway, if someone hadn't been so grabby last night, I would've put on the one I went to bed in."
Willow's face burned at the memory of blindly tossing the shirt to some unknown corner of the room. "So I may have gotten a little excited," she shrugged, not even attempting to look guilty. In fact, there was a hint of smugness that tinged her cheeks.
"Uh-uh," Tara said, smirking, "I distinctly remember you screaming ‘boobies' before I felt a cold draft," she finished and smiled around the rim of her glass.
Flushed at the image, Willow began to gather the scraps of paper into a partially neat pile when Tara pushed back from the table, "Shower time?"
"I'm right behind you," the redhead quickly drained her cup and hurried after her partner.
The couple showered quickly once they'd realized that they had less than an hour before they needed to be at the restaurant.
Tightening the towel around her body, Willow left the bathroom and came to an abrupt stop at the bedroom door. She barely flinched when Tara bumped into her because her attention was elsewhere.
"I think I've just found your shirt... and it's moving," Willow said, frowning. The shirt in question had, in fact, begun to move slowly across the carpet.
"Do you want me to kill it?" The redhead asked and reached back to protectively shield Tara. Her eyes searched around the room for a stick, a brush, something she could throw at the demonic shirt.
The cotton material snagged on the heel of a turned over boot as it passed and a glimpse of fur became visible.
"I don't think that'll be necessary," Tara said, chuckling. The tousled fur head of the kitten slowly became more noticeable. The kitten meowed in annoyance when Tara gathered her within her arms and began to rub her belly.
Willow gave both girls an apologetic smile and though the blonde smiled back, Miss Kitty didn't look so forgiving. Skirting around the furry animal that had been placed onto the bed, Willow began to towel dry her hair.
"Don't tell me you still think she's an oversized rat." Tara crawled up behind the redhead, using her nose and cheek to nuzzle Willow's nape.
"No," the other woman snorted, "of course I don't," she said, keeping one eye on the bundle near the corner of the mattress.
Tara kissed the damp side of her girlfriend's neck, "Good, ‘cause I want my girls to get along." Seeing the response she was getting, the blonde hummed into the cooling skin.
Willow gripped the towel within her hands, "You do realize that we won't have time for another shower, right?" She shivered, swallowing hard.
Tara bluntly grazed her teeth over Willow's bare shoulder while her eyes found the clock. "Then I guess we'll have to save some time," she bit down, lightly.
Willow gasped. "You're so going to pay for that," she said, grinning wickedly. Tara squealed and sprung from the bed with her lover in hot pursuit.
"Hello, fellow employees," Anya smiled from ear to ear. She received some mumbles and mutterings and took them for greetings.
A light drizzle had begun outside as tiny drops splashed against the window. The first hour of work went by incredibly slow for all the employees so they'd decided to humor themselves until customers arrived.
"I spy... green," Anya said after scanning the room for objects.
Buffy groaned from her spot behind the counter. "Anya, you already used that color." Faith was seated next to her, thumbing through one of the cashier's magazines.
"But this is a different kind of green, not money green," the blonde staff member insisted. She looked at each woman, waiting for them to guess.
"Trees," Tara said, frowning when Anya quickly shot down her answer.
"That car out there," Willow pointed.
They continued to call out objects and Anya continued to reject them. "Do you give up?" Anya asked after minutes of fruitless guessing. When all of them nodded, the blonde smiled, proudly, and gestured toward Willow's shoes. "It was so easy... I mean, look at those hideous things."
"Hey! These are classics," the redhead said as she looked down at her shell top, green Adidas, "And they match my shirt," she added, pouting.
Tara smiled, "I like your shoes." The blonde's voice dropped, "Among other things." Willow dipped her head, bashfully.
"Hey, people!" Everyone besides Anya was startled by the shout, but sure enough once one person entered through the door, two followed behind.
The cashier greeted the newcomers with a friendly smile and waited patiently as each of them ordered. Willow gave her partner's hand a firm squeeze before joining the overly excited blonde behind the counter.