<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Musta been nice..."</span> Alannah said under her breath, nodding her head and making little attentive noises as he spoke. The reminiscence brought a wistful look to his face, and she vaguely wondered if he was aware of the way his lips had curved into half a smile. Their hands continued to swing between them, lightly brushing fabric on the way back and forth. She spotted a bench off to the right - which was actually not much more than a polished granite slab - mercifully free from gum or spilled ice cream, and somehow still unoccupied, save an old lady with five bulging bags at her feet. She pointed towards it wordlessly, gently steering him towards it.<br/><br/>She sat down and stretched out her legs in front of her, crossing her ankles. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I'm sorry ya never had a dog. I mean, I dunno what life would be like without Betty. We've had her for as long as I can remembah,"</span> she said, absentmindedly running her thumb over his hand. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Behaves like a puppy sometimes, even though she's ancient now. She jumped into a table last year when my uncle was let out of surgery because she was so happy to see him,"</span> Alannah giggled. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Nearly turned the thing ovah. She's a cocker spaniel, do ya know 'em?"</span> He probably did. Dimitri seemed like the kind of person who could tell 14 different dogs apart in three minutes, while all she'd be able to say was that one was black and another was brown. Alannah turned her head towards him. Over the general buzz of people, she could hear the ocean, not visible from here, but not all that far away either. The wind was playing with his dark hair, much like the water had done yesterday, and she briefly tried to recall the feeling of running her fingers through it. <br/><br/>It was in that beautiful, beautiful moment, that Alannah's stomach decided to growl. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Sorry, I didn't actually eat all that much for breakfast,"</span> she mumbled, her cheeks a brilliant pink. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Or, really, I'm just one of those horrible people who can eat all the time."</span> She eyed a pretzel stand thoughtfully. Pretzels were always good, and they weren't messy. Also, importantly, not very expensive.</div>