Drabble: The Heart Wants
“Ugh. I’m telling you, Doyle, the world is about to end. This always happens whenever Buffy shows her face. You did notice that thing on her face, right? That thing?”
“Now, Cordy, I’m sure it’s not -”
She scoffed. “Oh please. You have no idea what you’re talking about, little Irish man. Buffy is a walking disaster. Word to the wise, you see her coming your way - run.” She scowled. “What does Angel see in her anyways? She’s arrogant, self-involved, conceited, bossy as hell.”
Doyle shook his head, smiling. “Lord knows how the heart works, Princess. ‘S’a mystery to me.”
“Now, Cordy, I’m sure it’s not -”
She scoffed. “Oh please. You have no idea what you’re talking about, little Irish man. Buffy is a walking disaster. Word to the wise, you see her coming your way - run.” She scowled. “What does Angel see in her anyways? She’s arrogant, self-involved, conceited, bossy as hell.”
Doyle shook his head, smiling. “Lord knows how the heart works, Princess. ‘S’a mystery to me.”