Buffy stepped out of the truck and pulled her sunglasses out of her grey pea-coat pocket, placing them over her eyes. Winter wasn't really winter in Los Angeles, but it was at least in the upper forties in the morning durring this time of year.
She, like Eliot, looked up at the sun when she first got out of the truck, it's rays instantly warming her cheeks.
She heard Eliot and responded.
I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas.
She looked away from the sun to the park's scenery. She hadn't really taken a good look at it, she never thought it'd be a place that she was going to go while in LA unless she was rentlentlessly trying to chase down a vampire or a demon before 'normal' people would catch sight of it.
Buffy stepped around the truck to the front of it to meet up with Eliot and when she did she extended out a hand to him.
Buffy? Silently asking Eliot to take her hand in public? This was new.