Senior Trip
Part 1
Soft waves slide back and forth across the sandy beach of an island nestled within Greece, as it muffles the sound of crowds of people minding their own business on their jolly holidays. Enclosed within a cove of the rocky island stands a stilted, open café shaded with white canopies and sheltered within wild grasses. Whilst offering cold beverages with traditional Greek cuisine to please the burnt and hungry customers.
Staggering up the dunes, alone, from the heavily populated umbrellas and sunbeds collected beside the shore, towards the weathered café, came Abigail. She was protected heavily from the incoming UV-rays of mid-day sunlight beating down, which couldn't empathize enough her British nationality with her fair, pale skin. She was wearing a straw hat, black Ray-Bans and a turquoise beach dress which hung on her slim and long body, still allowing with its shear material for her electric-blue bikini to peak through.
Stupidly she attempted to brace the scorching sand bare-footedly, with no regard to the distance away she really was. With the relief of reaching the café, she bolted up the planked stairs with no regard to her surroundings and … she crashed! Without any eye contact, she smashed straight into a stranger who was carrying a tray of iced beers, allowing the alcohol and glass to smash everywhere! With her bum on the floor and still glaring at the ground she released the consequences of her clumsy actions had made her sandy feet bleed from the shattered glass.
"Oh FUCK!" yelled Abigail. Then softer said "… oh I'm soo sorry for this! … and swearing!"
"Oh shit! No really it's my fault! I wasn't paying attention. And I guess we are even for swearing!" replayed the stranger.
And just then, she managed to grasp a look at her victim as he grinned at his last remark. A tall tanned boy, roughly the age of 19, by her opinion anyway. With short thick ruffled brown hair, he had the most amazing dark brown eyes and perfect smile. He was wearing above the knee length boarding pants and a loose fitted green tank top, allowing his broad shoulders to stand out. He stretched out his arm, and lightly, ever so easily picked Abigail up from under her arm out of the 'no man's land' of shattered glass surrounding her.
During this interlude Abigail was still gob-smacked by his good looks and what had just happened. With this both strangers didn't release they were staring so clueless of their surroundings, closely and silently into each other's faces, even with her sunglasses! The screams, laughs, conversations and sea shore waves began to blur out.
Unfortunately time cannot really stop and even though, those few seconds felt like hours, reality started to creep back in.
"Really!" yelled the dark Greek barman. Huffing and puffing away the man grabbed a broom and started clearing the mess.
As if from shell-shock they both snapped straight back into the present, and let go of their embrace between each other's hands.