Abby took advantage of his glance toward the other room to stand up, sliding the towel around her as she did.  She bent precariously to grab her suit, laughing at his suggestion.  "I'm pretty sure all the rooms have a balcony," she suggested, her tone teasing and obviously not in the least offended, as she sashayed past him and into the nearest bathroom.<br/><br/>She emerged seconds later, wearing her suit, although whether that really covered much more might be up for debate.  She held out her hand and shook his, whether he liked it or not.  "There.  Much more proper.  I'd love some help with my stuff.  I brought it in on the bus this morning when I came to work.  I work down at the Grub Shack.  That's the food joint a ways down the beach."<br/><br/>She walked, barefoot and comfortable, downstairs and out the front door.  The front of the house faced the ocean, the back the road, and the side had a short driveway.  She immediately went to the car, leaning in to take a look, her fingers resting on the door frame.  "Wow.  Do you surf?"