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Early evening was setting in, but there was still a lot of night left. We were still a couple hours away from sunset. The driver returned us to the hotel, and along the way, Sam sent me a text. "Oh Shit, I got wrapped up in things and didn't return the rental car." I still had the keys from borrowing the car earlier in the day, and made a quick call to the rental agency to extend it for the rest of the week. Sally and I decided to go to the beach to watch the sunset and eat dinner. We changed into more comfortable attire. I wore sandals, shorts and a polo, Sally went casual as well, she wore sandals, khaki shorts and a light blue colored top that fit her snugly and looked tremendous with her tan. In reality, she would have looked good in anything, she could have wrapped herself in a tablecloth and pulled it off. We decided we would walk the streets of Charleston to find a place to eat. It turned out to be an unseasonably cool evening, so I grabbed a jacket for Sally to wear to keep warm. We came upon a small cafe near the pier with outdoor seating on a second floor balcony that overlooked a park as well as the water. We positioned our seats so that we could watch the sunset and enjoyed a romantic meal along with a couple bottles of wine. We didn't talk about much of significance, it was almost like we were each exhausted from the past several days. It was in no way awkward, instead quite tranquil. After nearly three hours we realized we were the only ones left in the establishment, and they were all but closed. I apologized, paid the check, and left a nice tip, and we decided to continue our walk.

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