Much was a little entranced as he watched her thinking, his chin propped on his hand, smiling as she let herself sink into it. "I feel like I'm right there on that beach with you," he said, ignoring the rest of the bar for the moment. "Under the stars? With the palm trees waving gently and no one else around? Sounds blissful." And imaginary - he'd been to Miami, there was never no one else around, or all that many stars to see, but whatever. This was fantasy mojito Miami, reality could suck it.