Traffic didn’t seem to be too heavy, so it wasn’t a terribly long wait to be able to cross. The light changed, and James started across at a slow pace, free hand in his pocket. He almost started tapping on his phone in there, when he remembered that was how he ended up “butt-dialing” his grandmother after classes last March. Not that anything embarrassing had happened, but he had spent the next three hours straight on the phone.
“I hear good things about crab shacks,” James said at last, a little neutrally. So the two of them on the beach? Well, why not? Though, he didn’t see as much of a problem in scheduling time. How else do you keep organized? “I guess that could be relaxing. Nothing to do, just leave it to whim, eh? Speaking of whim, you know what I’ve always wanted to do at the beach, and never did? Take along one of those body board things, maybe pretend I know how to surf. Wouldn’t that be outrageous?” He grinned enthusiastically. How was that for an attempt at spontaneity? He hoped it’d suit. It wasn’t something he did often.