Chapter 4 - Making Waves
I went outside and watched Greg and Trista with their carts racing each other. They looked over and saw me and they both climbed into Greg's cart.
"Hey, Warrick, come give us a push!" Trista yelled.
I walked over and grabbed the cart with both hands. "You think I'm crazy?"
"Fine." Greg got out and gave the cart a running start before putting his feet on the bottom rack. He and Trista laughed as they shot off across the parking lot. Straight for the ocean.
'Crap!' "Guys, look out!" Too late. They careened off the dock with a splash. I ran over and waited. Neither of them surfaced. I mentally cursed myself as I ran back inside to find Nick and Gil.
"Whoa! What's the hurry?" Nick asked when I bumped into him, literally.
"Where's Gil?" I ignored him and scanned the store.
"Bathroom. What's wrong?" Nick put his hand on my shoulder.
"Trista and Greg-!" I grabbed Nick's hand and was about to run outside when Greg and Trista walking across the parking lot towards us. Trista was yelling at Greg, her clothes and hair soaked. Nick took the opportunity to remove his hand from my grasp and shake the feeling back into his fingers. I went into the locker room and grabbed my jacket.
"Are you two ok?" I heard Nick ask as I emerged.
"We're fine." Greg answered and walked into the locker room to dry his hair.
I walked over to Trista and handed her my jacket. "How come you didn't surface right away? Did Greg hurt you?"
She took my jacket and sighed. "I'm fine." She looked at me as she put my jacket on and started towards the shipment room. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Tris." I answered as she waved over her shoulder and disappeared the shipment room door.
I went outside and watched Greg and Trista with their carts racing each other. They looked over and saw me and they both climbed into Greg's cart.
"Hey, Warrick, come give us a push!" Trista yelled.
I walked over and grabbed the cart with both hands. "You think I'm crazy?"
"Fine." Greg got out and gave the cart a running start before putting his feet on the bottom rack. He and Trista laughed as they shot off across the parking lot. Straight for the ocean.
'Crap!' "Guys, look out!" Too late. They careened off the dock with a splash. I ran over and waited. Neither of them surfaced. I mentally cursed myself as I ran back inside to find Nick and Gil.
"Whoa! What's the hurry?" Nick asked when I bumped into him, literally.
"Where's Gil?" I ignored him and scanned the store.
"Bathroom. What's wrong?" Nick put his hand on my shoulder.
"Trista and Greg-!" I grabbed Nick's hand and was about to run outside when Greg and Trista walking across the parking lot towards us. Trista was yelling at Greg, her clothes and hair soaked. Nick took the opportunity to remove his hand from my grasp and shake the feeling back into his fingers. I went into the locker room and grabbed my jacket.
"Are you two ok?" I heard Nick ask as I emerged.
"We're fine." Greg answered and walked into the locker room to dry his hair.
I walked over to Trista and handed her my jacket. "How come you didn't surface right away? Did Greg hurt you?"
She took my jacket and sighed. "I'm fine." She looked at me as she put my jacket on and started towards the shipment room. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Tris." I answered as she waved over her shoulder and disappeared the shipment room door.