CSI: New York – Reed Garrett
Disclaimer – As much as I would love to own CSI: NY, I don't.
At Brighton Beach with Cassidy.
I'm typing on my laptop when I look up. I see a young lady walking along the shore, when she exclaims "I found a blue one!" and plunges her hand into the icy cold salt water, then I know that she's looking for beach glass. You know, glass from bottles that have been thrown overboard, then shaped by the waves. She rises it in the ocean then places it into the front lefthand pocket of her rolled up skinny jeans. She is wearing a light blue tank top over a scarlet bikini top, but it's too cold to go swimming. And yet, she is wadding out farther in the water than any of the guys here. I hear someone behind me say "Dude, she's got some balls." I'm assuming that he means she's got more guts than he does.
This girl isn't listening to her iPod or texting. Her big blue eyes are set on the sandy shore. Her long blond hair pulled back into a bun, her bangs cutting across her right eye. A lose thread red, yellow, and orange anklet looks like it might fall off sometime soon. A pink, dark blue, white, and light blue one rests on her left wrist, along with a purple bracelet, with a little stone, that you had to know it was there to see it, that had love carved in it. Guys are throwing a Frisbee back and forth, trying to get the girl to notice them. A dog is barking at its owner to throw the waterlogged stick.
A few college girls are trying to get skin cancer, reading magazines or books. Looking at me, but my eyes are set on the girl in the water. A man sits down with his coffee and a newspaper. Then the wind whips the paper right out of his hands. When he runs to get is back, it flies into the water. The girl laughs before chasing the part that hadn't landing in the water. When she gives it back to the man, he says thanks with a grimace. As she walks back into the water, I glance down to my watch and yell, "Hey Cassidy! Time to meet Mac for coffee!"
The girl looks up and raises her eye brow "Really?" I nod and she says "FINE!"
The girl runs back towards me, towel dries her legs and feet before putting on her navey blue converse. As she picks up her dad's old school bag, that she now uses, turns to me and says "All those guys are wanna – be's anyway. You know I like guys with short hair." Just loud enough so they could hear her. I laugh and say "Cassidy Claire Taylor, you a possibly the coolest half-sister ever."
She laughs and say "You bet your ass I am."