Surfer Girl
Second attempt to write more Beckett, sequel to On Holiday, double drabble. Beckett/OFC. Written in class and therefore MS Word, where the word count works slightly differently to my usual OpenOffice Writer.
She tried something tricky-looking, got dumped, stood up laughing, and grabbed her board to leave the water finally. Beckett had been watching her for a good half-hour, despite his original intention to swim, or at least paddle.
He panicked when she headed straight for him, but she just propped her surfboard up and dropped to the sand beside him with a friendly "Hey."
"Hello?" he replied, wondering if she'd mistaken him for someone she knew.
"I'm Annalise, 'm from Wreck Bay." She waved her hand in a vaguely southerly direction.
"Beckett. From Dublin." He gestured to the north and inland in imitation.
"Seriously? Wow. I didn't think proper tourists came here, just Sydneysiders, 'n' stuff."
"My sister and I wanted to go to the Gold Coast; my older brother said he was only coming if we went somewhere quieter. I think he was right."
"So you like it here?"
"Bit hot, but nice."
She looked at him through salt-crusted eyelashes. "You wanta go in t'town and getta ice cream?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm here with family, I don't have…"
"It's cool. I got Dad's ute for my board."
He shouldn't. He didn't know her from Eve. "Sure. Sounds good."