Angelina couldn't help but be excited to meet her Mystery Fellow. When she walked around town she hated that everyone knew her story. That everyone knew she'd dated Fred Weasley, only to marry his twin when he died. And then only to be cheated on and left in a wake of confusion for Pansy Parkinson. If that wasn't enough, Marcus Flint was now here, claiming to be Alicia's husband-to-be. The only worse person would have been Adrian Pucey, simply because Angelina had found herself mixed up with him on Friday from hell, aka Friday without inhibitions. She felt as though she was living a real life Soap Opera, and was dying for a break from it all. Requesting to meet secretly and without names or identities was the perfect way to go about it. Angelina didn't care about this man's past because she didn't want to disclose hers.
Before leaving her bungalow, Angelina had grabbed a blanket. She'd eaten already, but decided on bringing some tropical fruit with her. Mystery Fellow may not have eaten dinner, and she wouldn't want him to go hungry. Cooking a full meal was too much for Angelina, especially since her last one had been such a disaster. Meeting him for dessert was a much nicer alternative, should he want to eat. And she'd managed to scrounge up a bottle of wine. It was a quarter empty, but better than nothing.
When Angelina came close enough to see the man's outline, she grinned. How refreshing to meet someone on time. Coming upon him, she nodded in greeting. "Evening. I've a blanket, some fruit, and wine, if you want any. If not, the sand is soft and the water's warm." Angelina felt her heart quicken in excitement as she dropped the blanket and basket and sit beside Mystery Fellow. It was so refreshing to sit beside a man who knew nothing about her.