How could he not like the beach? It's refreshing and calming. I feel happier just being on the beach.
"What's your favorite color?"
I ignore Archer's question. "What happened after-" I begin but stopped. Do I really care?
"What happened after what?" Archer gets curious.
“I saw the video. You said you were visiting your nanny but what happened after that? Did you just - oh, I don't know - forgot that I was waiting for you all night and went clubbing with those half naked girls?" I asks, infuriated.
He looks surprise for a few seconds.
"I- I wasn't myself. I was drunk, Chloe."
I scoff at him ridiculously, not looking at him.
"I was grieving. That's the only way I know how to grief: by getting drunk. Drink after drink, I forgot about everything else and - I wasn't myself," he explains
