Warren followed the ratcheting down of the conversation from fabulous party life to a quieter moment by the sea, though he couldn't be sure if he was imagining the mood shift or not. He let the silence between them linger for a moment while he ran a finger around the rim of the glass. The quiet noises of the Quicksand seemed muted, even for the hour.
"I prefer the quiet myself. Give me a gentle rainstorm or the ocean over music and crowds any day."
"I prefer the quiet myself. Give me a gentle rainstorm or the ocean over music and crowds any day."