The beach is truly my *happy place* and I have spent many, many hours of my time prowling up and down the stretch of sand in search of the perfect seashells. There are few things that fill me with giddy happiness the way a beautiful shell plucked from the sand does. I recently went to St. Maarten, an island on the Caribbean, for a week, and at one gorgeous beach, I spent almost two hours in the shallows, hunting down the prettiest shells ever. Look at them. Who wouldn’t be that entranced?!
He smiled, sitting back in his armchair, carefully setting the bookmark in its place before placing the book on the ground. "Go on then," He muttered, watching the security footage on his tablet. "Underestimate me. That'll be fun." (RP anyone?)