Here is the first time Nick sees Lyndsey:
The Grill was right on the beach, with a deck on the sand, facing the water. The air around the deck was hazy with moisture, and the dark tinted windows reflected the setting sun. It looked like the perfect place to decompress after a long day. We headed inside through the main doors, my stomach rumbling as we stepped in and I smelled beef grilling and the yeasty odor of microbrews. Burgers and beer. It didn’t get much better than that.
Then I saw her…and realized it could get a whole lot better and a whole lot worse all at the same time.