"Do you want to talk about anything?" Oliver asks me after some minutes on the road.
"Not really." I respond as I look out the window.
He nods and doesn't say a word after. The drive continues for an hour or so before he finally pulls up in front the beach.
"What's with guys and bringing ladies to the beach?" I ask as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"What?! It's a romantic place you know. Things happen at the beaches." He continues and opens his side of the door.
I also open mine and step out.
"You know, I was made on a beach." He continues as he locks his car.
My eyes widen. "What?!!"
How can he say that so casually.
He laughs. "I also freaked out when my mom told me I was conceived on the beach when I was six."
"Your mom told you that when you were six?!!" I ask in disbelie
