You exit an old car, with your sunglasses already on, feeling the sun's light hitting your face. Waves could be heard in the back and laughs and enjoyment in the air with your grumpy lover, mumbling something under his breath while holding three beach bags with an umbrella. He is wearing his usual worn-out, brown swimsuit shorts with his worn-out shirt, that is unbuttoned while you are elegantly dressed, waiting for this moment ever since you met

A grumpy voice says behind you

"Where should I put this?"

He would rather go fishing than go to a beach filled with people