Noah gave an amused, little shrug and sat back in his beach chair. The girl laid back down, apparently deciding it was time to do what she came to do. He continued smoking, his eyes on her for a moment's time, before he reached to his side and picked up the book he'd left slumped in the sand. It was an extremely ratty hardback copy of Franny and Zooey. He'd read the book a good thousand times, but whatever. He liked it.
Moving his sunglasses to the top of his head, he began to read. A little ignoring tended to go a long way.