On the street
Angel blinked in the bright sunshine, staring around them.
"Is it always this bright during the day?" he asked.
"Generally," Buffy replied, smiling and taking her arm in his. "Or at least, in Southern California.
At her urging they set off at a brisk walk toward the shopping district.
"We could move to Seattle, I suppose. I hear it's nice and gloomy up there," she continued.
Catching his deer-in-the-headlights look, she quickly amended, "If you want — I mean, you've been here for months. If there's someone else —"
"Someone else?" he asked, incredulous.
"Okay, I guess not," she replied.
"But what about you? I thought you were going to..." he trailed off, uncertain.
"Try the normal thing?" she asked. "Didn't work. No one else was you." Angel only realized that he had tensed up when he felt himself relax.
"Okay," he said. "How long can you stay?"
"I have class Monday afternoon. And it's what, Saturday, now? God, did I only come up yesterday? It seems like forever, what with the demon and all..." she trailed off.
They were passing a cafe and Angel wandered over to peruse the menu.'
"Let's have lunch," he announced, starting to head in.
"But we just had breakfast," she protested.
"They have something called a tin roof sundae," he replied.
"Let's go," she said.