Fiona watched Drake take in the ocean. His eyes were closed and he was listening to a far off distant sound that had been a constant to her her entire childhood. She smiled softly as she waited. The ocean got louder at night because the city seemed to shut down fairly early. Without the added noise of excessive cars and street vendors, there were no other prevalent sounds by the distant noise of crashing waves. You could practically smell the salt in the air, and feel the chill breeze that came naturally to sitting so close to that large of a body of water.
Fiona was more interested in watching his face as he took in everything around him. He had an open kind of expression like that, like he truly saw the value of things, and truly wanted to let that value soak in.
"It's small," Fiona said. "We don't outsource our crowd, we're not that kind of town. But it's nice. It's a kind of comfort, to know what to expect every year and never find it boring. It's a tradition."
Fiona entered the lobby first, and went to the main desk. She recognized the lady working behind the desk, and they chit chatted briefly. The woman gave her condolences of this terribly accident, Fiona thanked her because that was the customer thing to do, and then received two identical key cards for the room they'd booked. She returned to Drake and handed him his. "Small town, but we lose one of these and it's still fifty dollars to replace." Which they could both agree was an insane price, given the hotel being on the cheaper side of things.