<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"I'm fine."</span> She shook her head and took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. She had barely paid attention as he talked, with only a few words about horses and fields and hair actually getting through to her. <span style="color: #4080FF">"It's just... I remembahd some... plans I have latah todee. And they're sorta important."</span> How do you explain a weekly bath is vital to your continued existence? For the first time, it actually bothered her. She would have liked to spend more time with him, but he'd hardly be able to join her for the next 24 hours, and she felt it would be rude to ask him how long he'd be around Boston when they'd only just met about an hour ago. Even if there <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> that odd feeling of belonging.<br/><br/>They had walked far enough for them to see the greenery of the little park now. Grover's Cliff was as sharp as the name made it sound, ending with a steep rise in the landscape. A narrow set of worn metal stairs had been placed in the cliff, leading up the headland where the park was. As far as Alannah knew, no one ever went down where they were now. Nothing littered the grey stones save gull shit. The birds it had earlier belonged to glided shrieking through the air above them, hardly ever moving their wings. She shivered suddenly, and somewhat reluctantly pulled her arm back to put on her jacket. <span style="color: #4080FF">"So, this is it. My very favorite place near the ocean."</span> She smiled nervously at Dimitri, her arms crossed over her chest. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Whaddya think?"</span></div>