"We're early," he mumbled.
"And there's something I need to confide you. Is there someplace we can park for a couple of minutes? Perhaps someplace with a view?"
She leaned her head and evaluated him like she was attempting to read his mind.
"Uh, yeah. Keep driving until you get to the halt sign and whirl left. There's a view of the ocean down there."
"Perfect."
"Is something wrong? Do you wish to cop out? You can often drop me off and someone can drive me back…"
"No! I mean, no—nothing's wrong."
Her forehead furrowed, but she didn't mumble anything further until he found the locale she must have had in mind and cut the engine. The haven appeared abandoned. Fishing boats hovered close.
The seagulls appeared disinterested and exhausted. He didn't mind to chase them as much as pigeons and grieving doves. The latter were delightful.Possiblyy because in municipal areas birds were nourished by humans.
