Coconut Grove And what to do right now; I haven't got a clue

Gabe chuckled when she denied that it was a good guess, and said it was ok instead. It was a pretty stupid assumption. Why would trees grow rocks, dumb Gabe. She introduced herself, and called him pretty boy, to which Gabe gave her a smile. He knew hat he was by no means ugly. But he didn't often think of himself as pretty boy. Perhaps he didn't give himself enough credit. 

Gabriel, I go by Gabe. You're not too bad looking yourself. He replied, looking her over again. Her pelt of eccentric colors, and those frigid yet electric eyes. Aoife was more than not bad looking, she was gorgeous. Something Gabe wasn't just about to say, but he would think it all he wanted.