Warm weather calls for an appropriate form of celebration, especially when the past few weeks have been nothing if not the closest thing you’ve seen to a monsoon.

Now, if you ask Nero how he’d ideally spend a sunny day, he’ll say he’s not picky. Working on his car out on the driveway instead of the garage, going for a jog by the boardwalk, he’s flexible.

You, however, are a bit different. A tad more high maintenance, in Nero’s words. Warm weather, to you, meant taking a little trip to the East Coast beaches and prancing around a rented beach house in your softest linens.

“You happy?” Nero murmurs, leaning down to kiss your head as you lick sweet cold foam off the cap of your drink.