Grateful for silent mercys, Buffy nodded when Sam indicated he'd be driving the whole way. Then she wasn't sure if he'd seen her nod. "Cool." I can't believe I just said that, I sound like a moron," she thought with a cringe.
The car was huge - like a boat, and it had a distinct smell she couldn't place. It wasn't just the smell of leather, it was something else. Driving down the road with the windows open, she could almost forget their destination and what their job might entail once they arrived. Leaning against the door with her shoulder, she glanced over at Sam. He wore a determined look, not saying much. Buffy thought he almost looked a little sad. Not as though he had a giant frown on his face, but the collective little pieces of his face added up to something more than melancholy.
The air felt nice, but the sun was annoying. Reaching up to pull at the visor to block glaring rays of light, something dropped down and hit her legs before settling upon the floor by her feet. "Sorry," she muttered, leaning forward and lowering her left hand to grab for the object. Her fingers wrapped around something plastic, and she was then holding up a pair of black sunglasses. "You mind if I wear these?" she asked Sam as warm wind blew strands of blonde hair across her face.