Coconut Grove you will remember me.

The smirk remained. Her ire did, too. Her gaze wandered upward as he mentioned the leaves. I'd imagine, she remarked, eyeing the fronds. Even withered and browned as they were with the season, they seemed weighty.

Enough of foliage, she thought.

Who're you? Manea asked sharply, cocking her head. You live around here?

She hadn't meant to be pulled into a long conversation, but now that she'd stumbled upon another soul, she was unwittingly trapped into. . .well, at least some part of a conversation.