By the time they finished eating their waffles (Xander did, in fact, end up giving his plate to Lucy), dark grey clouds had started to drift across the sky. Splotches of inconsistent rain came and went. The pavement was wet, and the smell of petrichor hung in the heavy, moist air. But the buildings of the surrounding small-town-USA were all blushing a bright gold with the fleeting beams of sunlight that passed overhead. It was the sort of weather that summoned rainbows and caused flowers to grow. That delightful shift between spring and summer.
Hazel, Lucy and Xander stood behind the restaurant, so as to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. The sky was currently in between bursts of rain, so the air was impeccably clean. Although Xander wasn't a big fan of the sun, he could at least appreciate the lack of precipitation for the short time they were outside.