"That's me, creepy guy with the beard," John chuckled. He did plan to shave it off before then, but it always grew back quickly so he didn't worry about it.
When she rested her head on his shoulder, John was a little surprised. Her hair tickled him a little when the wind kicked up. After a moment, John put his arm around her, his eyes falling shut. This was nice. Nice may have been a blase word, but that was exactly how it was. Nice and nice was good.
"You look really nice today, by the way," he commented. She looked nice every day, but that wasn't the point.