She turned over. It took a few minutes, through which Noah simply sat and smoked, but she did. She had a body that was different than Macy's. It was - well, it was new. She was tall, he could tell even as she stretched out on her towel. And she had curves where Macy did not, matched with a face that was a little less sweet. But that wasn't a bad thing. Not at all.
Noah didn't hide the fact that he was looking at her. No. And after a moment of doing so, he propped his chin in his hand and stubbed his cigarette out in the sand.