What happens next?

Amy makes a friend

"So who are you looking at?" asked a male voice next to Amy Madison's table.

Amy turned to see a handsome young guy standing right next to her. And he was looking at her. Not at any of the dancers on stage but at her.

Still he was in a strip club so it probably would not be a good idea to encourage him.

But still... He was kinda cute.

"Nobody really," said Amy. "Just someone who reminded me of a person I used to know."

"Sounds like a song cue," said the guy.

Amy winced. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I just had a few days off from medical school and I heard there might be some openings for an intern here in Sunnydale."

"And so naturally, instead of checking out the local hospitals, you decided to check out the local strip club instead."

The guy shrugged. "Well, contrary to popular belief, I am only human. Why are you here?"

"I'm not a stripper, if that's what you're asking," said Amy. "I just felt -- uh -- the need to hang out with a bunch of guys. And other types of clubs were so predictable."

"They are at that," said the guy. "I don't suppose you're single, are you?"

"If you're asking whether I have a boyfriend, the answer is 'no'," said Amy. "And to answer your next question, no, I don't have a girlfriend. In fact, I happen to prefer guys."

"And yet you like to hang out in strip clubs and stare at women."

Amy shrugged. "People aren't always as simple as they look."

"That's certainly true," said the guy.

"So are you here with someone?" asked Amy.

"It's funny that you ask that question," said the guy known to his fellow med students as Ben Wilkinson.