Joel walked across the sand to Mooney"s. When he talked with Tessa, they had agreed to meet there. Tessa had assured him she and the dogs were only fifteen minutes away.
Arriving at Mooney"s, Joel walked up to the wooden ramp that invited tourist and locals alike to leave the beautiful white sand behind and come up to enjoy all that the eatery offered. It didn’t matter if you longed for a cold tropical drink or if it was the mouth-watering smells from the grill that pulled you away from the ocean’s edge; all were welcome at Mooney"s.
Joel reached the top of the ramp and looked around at the tables lining the boardwalk surrounding the restaurant. Umbrellas were open to provide shade for the tables, and most of the tables were full of patrons. Seeing an open one, Joel made his way over to
