Rich approached and asked, “Who bringing who? Where am I?” His British accent sounding out. His head still hurt and the sun wasn’t helping that problem. He rubbed his forehead.
He looked at the young lady and cocked his head. “Who are you and what is this place?” his hand gesturing to the buildings, beach and water. “I don’t remember this being in England.”
Not that he didn’t mind a warm holiday; he would like to know about it before it happened though.
He ran a hand through his growing hair. Rich didn’t like surprises, not like this.