Lester squints at the sun, adjusting his glasses a little and rubbing his forearm–a bit of an anxious tic. He sets his bag on the sand, settling on a beach chair and placing his cane beside him on the sand. He’s not the biggest fan of Vespucci Beach, but he figures he’ll try to enjoy his day outside while he’s here.

“It’s dry out here,” he mumbles, frowning gently as he rummages around to find his sunscreen.