Sunny's Story

“Do this often?” he asked. “Do what often?” I asked. “Run into people.” “Excuse me?” I demanded, sitting up on my knees. Man with gorgeous black hair curling down his neck and over his ears squatted down on his hunches until he was face to face with me. “Well, do you?” he asked. I started to reply, but then he leaned towards me and I moved back falling again into the ocean. He paused and then continued towards me. I braced myself as best as I could, lying in the seawater. He leaned over me, and when he reached his hand over my head, I closed my eyes tight. Nothing happened. I opened them slowly to see him dangling a string of seaweed in front of me. I looked from him to the seaweed and back to him again. “Thought you might want that out of your hair,” he said sitting back on his hunches again with an amused look on his face. “I knew we should have gone to the Caribbean,” I said mumbling under my breath. “What was that? I didn’t hear you,” gorgeous man said extending his hand to me. “Nothing and no thanks, I can get up myself,” I said ignoring his hand. “Suit yourself,” he said standing back watching me as I wiped the sand and the rest of the seaweed off of me. “You didn’t answer my question.” “And that was?” I asked. “I’m Jake and you are?” he asked.