He stepped from the shade, brim of his cap pulled low to shade his eyes, a slight frown on his face. He wasn't exactly the big bad anymore, but his pride still insisted he was too tough for a baseball cap which declared to all who cared look that he 'hearted' Rome. Even if it was black. He cursed himself once again for not bringing out the sunglasses he had packed at Angel's insistence – and for now wearing them for that reason. His newly human eyes ached in this unfamiliar light, and he wished for some respite.
Then Buffy came around the corner and her eyes locked with his.
She smiled. And the sun paled in comparison.