Jones was over the moon when I agreed to let him accompany me on a stroll.
Mom had a real knack for buying houses. That entire area boasted sea views and was surrounded by tourist attractions, attracting visitors often.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was warm. It was a lot warmer than the winter in the city. Some people even made it their winter getaway spot.
The beach was bustling with people playing in the sand. Kids were running around, giggling; it was a lively scene.
I sat on a bench, soaking in the sights, feeling pretty good.
"There's a stall selling yogurt ice cream. I'll go grab some!" I spotted a yogurt ice cream stall and hopped up, ready to get some.
But Jones stopped me, "Hold up, let me do it. The line's long; it could take a while."
