Sounds charming. I've only been to the beach a handful of times, myself.

[ He considers her for a moment, appreciating the way her lips grabbed the side of the glass and left a small stain from her lipstick. His gold flecked eyes try to meet hers. ]

So did you hop on a boat with the Puritans to make your way here? Make a home anywhere in between the beaches and New York for you?