Down the windowless hallways, through the windowless rooms, and a twisty flight of stairs later, she finally spotted the entrance through which they’d arrived. Good. She was too out of it to even keep track of their course, but it didn’t matter. Hopefully she wouldn’t be returning to the casino anytime soon. She looked back briefly and up at the oversized Shellder -- it was hard to trust a place that would love to gobble your money and toss you in the dust. (Was this how others felt about her shop?)
After the cold, artificial light of the interior, the sunlight--and its warmth--were both needed and wanted. It was nice to breathe in the salty spray of the ocean again. She had really forgotten how nice the beach was!(Was it even a wonder that the bay was always the more profitable of the two...?)
She could even forget her worries out here on the crowded beach. Since she was away from her work, maybe she could try her best to enjoy her time out. Would it really kill her that much to give an effort toward doing so, anyway? No, it wouldn’t. So, she’d try.
Maybe Twigs wasn’t so bad. Maybe she could forget there had been better.
She walked the familiar beach path alongside him, looking down at her feet as they neared the biggest pier. It felt good; warmth was good, especially after the recent... well, warmth was good, that was that. The sand giving way for her toes felt good, too. Sand! She really hadn’t been here in a while! Maybe she could even walk along the shore, maybe she could swipe some sea foam up with her tail. And Twigs? He didn’t try to make conversation, already convinced he’d won her over.
Part 7 of "The Dates"