His grin widens and he slaps you on the back a little too hard.
“Well, thanks so much,” he says, then takes a sip of his coffee. He looks out over the waves as they gently brush against the sands of the beach. “Yeah, it’s something, right? I hope you enjoy yourself here. Take a look around and see what there is to see. Maybe you’ll find something worth looking at for a moment or two.
“Me,” he adds perkily, “I’ve got places to be.”
After raising his mug to your face, the man walks out into the ocean. The waves lap against his feet, then legs, then torso and then head until, finally, they cover him entirely. There is nothing left but the soft sounds of the ocean and your own thoughts.
You are now free to roam. You can go…