Alex walked briskly to where they were seconds before. Anne wasn't
anywhere in sight. He then just walked slowly toward the deck. He looked
around for any sight of her. Finally, he saw her.
She was standing by the railing. Her curls fluttered in the breeze, as she stared out at the ocean. She was holding a large book under her arm.
Alex stood there, staring at her. He couldn't move for the longest time. Eventually, he worked up enough courage to walk over to her. He looked at her white blouse and blue skirt, then her black shoes. In time, he made it back to her eyes.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes. It certainly is." Alex said slowly. He continued to look at her face. Anne felt his stare and looked at him, catching his blue-eyed gaze.
"Are you Egyptian? You certainly don't look like it." Anne said, studying his face. Alex could feel his cheeks grow hot under her close observation.
"A little. My mother is half Egyptian. My grandmother..." he trailed off, nodding for no particular reason, and tried to look away. He obviously couldn't.
She looked down shyly, and tucked some curls behind her ear. Alex continued to stare at her face. She turned, leaning on the railing with her back. She held her book in front of her.
"So...Alex, what are you going to be doing in Egypt?" she asked.
"My mother is an archeologist. We haven't gone there since I was nine. It's a long story to tell now...-"
"You were the boy who had the Scorpion King's bracelet." Anne said quickly.
"Why yea-How'd you know?" he asked, bewildered.
"I was in Egypt at the time. I was only eight, but I read in some American newspapers what happened. I can't believe I'm meeting you. It must have been some adventure."
"You have no idea." He said, shaking his head and reminiscing.
"Can you please tell me about it?" She looked in his eyes hopefully.
"If you don't mind a long story..."
"I would love a long story." she said, smiling.
"Alright..." He led her to a bench and she sat down. He sat next to her and told her the story of what happened eight years ago.
She was standing by the railing. Her curls fluttered in the breeze, as she stared out at the ocean. She was holding a large book under her arm.
Alex stood there, staring at her. He couldn't move for the longest time. Eventually, he worked up enough courage to walk over to her. He looked at her white blouse and blue skirt, then her black shoes. In time, he made it back to her eyes.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes. It certainly is." Alex said slowly. He continued to look at her face. Anne felt his stare and looked at him, catching his blue-eyed gaze.
"Are you Egyptian? You certainly don't look like it." Anne said, studying his face. Alex could feel his cheeks grow hot under her close observation.
"A little. My mother is half Egyptian. My grandmother..." he trailed off, nodding for no particular reason, and tried to look away. He obviously couldn't.
She looked down shyly, and tucked some curls behind her ear. Alex continued to stare at her face. She turned, leaning on the railing with her back. She held her book in front of her.
"So...Alex, what are you going to be doing in Egypt?" she asked.
"My mother is an archeologist. We haven't gone there since I was nine. It's a long story to tell now...-"
"You were the boy who had the Scorpion King's bracelet." Anne said quickly.
"Why yea-How'd you know?" he asked, bewildered.
"I was in Egypt at the time. I was only eight, but I read in some American newspapers what happened. I can't believe I'm meeting you. It must have been some adventure."
"You have no idea." He said, shaking his head and reminiscing.
"Can you please tell me about it?" She looked in his eyes hopefully.
"If you don't mind a long story..."
"I would love a long story." she said, smiling.
"Alright..." He led her to a bench and she sat down. He sat next to her and told her the story of what happened eight years ago.