I lean against the railing alongside him. “I hate the beach too.” “Why?” “I hate sand. It’s coarse, and it gets everywhere.” I wonder if he’ll catch on. Nathan groans so loud the people jogging at the other end of the park turn to look at us. “Please tell me you didn’t just quote the worst movie of the saga.” “Thought you might like that.” “I hate you,” he says with a smile.