The beach is always really pretty at sunset. The sun over the water, light hitting the waves just the right way, and the sky the color of cat puke. Well I never said I was any kind of poet.
I was sitting in the sand next to my dog Akila avoiding my father who I had just had a fight with and watching the sun sink into the water for the night when she took off running down the beach taking my with her with my wrist still attached to the leach.
I was trying to get her to stop when I was slammed into a black blur and came to abrupt stop…on top of the black thing. I looked down and saw it was a guy. A guy with a very hard stomach. Who was also attached to a dog who now sniffing Akila curiously.
"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry." I said getting off of him offering him my hand to help him up.
"Its all good." He said taking my hand and getting up. He had dark brown hair and eyes that I could get lost in of eternity. "I'm Fang."
"I'm Max, and this is Akila." I said pointing to my white dog.
"And this it total." He said reaching down to pet his black dog in between the ears.
"Sorry for crashing into you."
"Well I think you could make it up to me by agreeing to have a date with me." He said with a wink.
I blushed but agreed. Then wrote my number on his arm with a pen from my book bag.
We walked down the beach talking about music, trouble some dogs and random things. This day was starting to look up just as the sun went down.