Rose stepped into the pub area, immediately spotting the Doctor. He grinned and waved, and she headed over to him. He stood as she sat. "Righto, shall he go?" he held out a hand to her and she took it, heading out into the night with him. The moon shone down, just past halfway full. She leant against the Doctor, sighing contentedly. He led her downwards, and she looked up at him, giving him a playful nudge in the ribs. "Where are we going" he didn't reply, just grinned at her.
Soon, she saw. They had gone to the beach. In front of her white sand stretched, soft and beautiful, the sea clear like in the Mediterranean, rippling waves that glistened in the moonlight. "It's beautiful" she breathed, and knew the Doctor was smiling. He led her onto the soft sand and she took her shoes off, enjoying the way the sand felt between her toes.