The moon had risen higher, casting a silver shimmer across the endless sea.
Looking at Florence sitting on the mat, drinking wine, Brandon shook his head helplessly and walked to her.
Florence sensed his presence and turned to look at him with a pleased smile "Brandon, dear..."
Keeping his smile, he gently sat beside her on the mat, looking at the slow crashing waves "Out here for some drink?"
With a nod, she picked up a second bottle from the cooler beside her and passed it to him "Here you go."
Brandon took the bottle and sighed faintly before popping the lid open.
He took a swig, expecting the usual dry tang of red wine, but blinked in surprise as the flavor hit him with unexpected richness "Wow, it's so much better than the normal ones..."
Florence chuckled softly, pleased by his words "It's from my private cellar. A small winery in the Valtaren cliffs produces it; it is family-owned, and only a few bottles are exported every year. You have good taste."
