Just a little place off of the wharf… that phrase made her think. All of the places she had ever lived had been near the water. The furthest away she had been from the water was where she grew up, it was about a half hour drive to the water. Manhattan was an island, and here in California she was practically on the water as well. She did love to watch the water. There was something peaceful about it, something very powerful, but she certainly hadn’t moved to California for the water, it was just a happy coincidence. “That sounds great. I need to go to the water more often, I’ve always loved it.” Vanessa sat down in the comfortable old sedan and buckled with a smile. It was refreshing to see someone with a business drive an old car, there was something real about it.
“I grew up about an hour away from Miami and moved to New York in my twenties. I lived in New York for awhile, but I just can’t stand the cold, my blood must be as thin as water. I don’t know what brought me to Newport exactly, but here I am.”