Beaches were not Noah's natural habitat, needless to say. He was more at home in dark, cramped places, but here he was. It was an empty day for him. Nothing to do. He was rather tired of sitting at his and Macy's flat, reading books. Really, he was rather tired of everything. Why not walk on the proverbial wild side, even if that wild side happened to be the tamer side to everyone else?
Exactly.
He was already sitting in a beach chair, feet in the sand, head back, sunglasses perched on his nose, when a blond girl - woman? - someone he'd never seen before, walked onto the beach. Intriguing. It wasn't too often you ran into someone new on the island. It wasn't too often either that that new person happened to be attractive - or happened to be attractive when no alcohol was involved. As it was, Noah watched the girl from over the tops of his sunglasses as she laid out her towel nearby. - It was a no smoking beach, but that didn't stop Noah from lighting a cigarette right then and there.