Now, any guy who didn't let out a snort at the notion of showing up on a girl's front lawn with a boom box held in the air was darn near perfect in Mia's eyes (who was blissfully unaware of his brat pack movie ignorance). She grinned broadly at him. "I'm sure you'll figure something out," she told him as the sand of the beach came into view. When they reached it, she slid out of her sandals and held them in her hand, grinning at the sand between her toes. "I love the beach. It's one of the few good things about being stuck on an island."