"Cheers."
They both supped their drinks and returned them to the table top. Chloe looked into his eyes and swallowed, trying to figure him out.
"You’re kind of weird-looking, actually."
Xander choked down his mouthful of beer, nearly spitting it out. Such a brazen attempt at humor was not what he had expected. "Weird looking?"
"Yeah, I mean, you’re fit. But, like, you kinda look a bit like a vampire."
"A vampire?
"Yes, like them Draculas from Buffy."
"I know what a vampire is," he sniggered, "No-one’s ever told me that before."
"Whatever, I think you’re fit."
"Chloe," Xander interrupted, trying to absorb Chloe’s infectious manner. "I’ve been meaning to ask—"
"—Yeah, go on," she said, taking another sip of her cola.
"Forgive my bluntness, but, how old are you?"
She slurped at le
