Coconut Grove you will remember me.

The smug look upon his face did him no favors. Her gaze grew much sharper upon him then, and she took a step forward and then sat, regarding him with a countenance of someone who'd smelled a bad fart and was regretting every moment of it.

I've never seen trees like these before, Manea replied coolly. Have you?

The shore called to her—it was very apparent—but she wouldn't feel at home until she found her island again. For now, she skirted the shore. 

And dealt with troglodytic fuckboys like this one.