The ocean's roar as it slammed against the cliffs could be heard all over the small walled town, sending spray into the air to be blown about by the strong winds. It wasn't raining, though, so he paid that no mind, either.
Something told him to go into the Golden Peach, so he did. Journey always listened to his gut, except where women were concerned. Instincts were just rubbish whenever the fairer sex was part of the picture. So was listening to other things, but you couldn't have everything.
Knocking his boots off on the side of the door, he stepped into the common room and spotted Sam immediately. He stopped by the bar, grabbed a bottle of red wine and two glasses, then helped himself to a seat opposite of her. "Morning," he said cheerfully, pouring himself a glass, then pushing the bottle her way.