Coconut Grove sunset lover

He doesn’t say anything right away and for a moment she thinks he might not at all. Her ears press against the back of her skull as she follows his movements, rolling the coconut in her direction followed by the question. She stares at it for a long moment before she glances at him. It rolls a little out of the way but the point had gotten across but her brows tie together in confusion. Perhaps the boy has not spent much time at the beach but then again, these things aren’t necessarily common either. Her lips twist in consideration and she rolls one shoulder with indifference. “A coconut,” she says before her nose points upward to the trees where few of them still remain. Florence decides not to linger behind, the question answered, and she restarts her search for her companion.