Tied to You
I don't know how long we stand there, both staring out into the ocean, but eventually, Alex starts to fidget and suggests we head up to the fish place, Clancy's.
We make our way back up the dunes and round to the entrance, where I brush the sand from my feet and slip on my flip-flops, or thongs as Alex called them. We are shown to a table out on the deck and I can't help but feel like this is the life. Why Aussies want to live in rainy old England when they can have this beats me. Alex and I sit side by side, looking out over the water as we sip our drinks. I noticed the subtle raised brow once again when I ordered only a juice, but Alex doesn't push it. I order the barramundi on Alex's reco