All beaches are sandy. That's a given. The particular one I happened to be dragging my feet through at the moment was littered with rocks and twigs, as well as the brown and beige micro pebbles.
The sky was overcast with non-threatening gray clouds. There had been no forecast for rain, so I walked the shoreline carelessly.
There were no babes in bikinis today either. With weather barely reaching the mid 60's, no one was on the lake in any less than jeans or a jacket.
She was sitting there near the edge of the water. Just sitting and staring out at the gentle waves that were lapping against the sand.
The wind whipped her shoulder length black hair away from her face and I caught the profile of her pale countenance.
Her eyes were shaped like almonds, and a deep brown. A gently curving nose carved out a delicate contour and pouty lips parted to take in the taste of the air.
I approached her slowly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, and if she did she certainly didn't care.
I sat next to her, feeling the cool sand against my feet. Her eyes slid to the side, silently assessing me.
"Nice day," I mumbled, becoming a bit uncomfortable with the way she was glancing at me.
Her gaze returned to the water. "It's gloomy."
"That it is," I agreed. "But we need days like this. Otherwise sunshine would grow very tiresome."
The corners of her mouth twitched upward a bit.
"Do you think it will rain?" she asked me. I shrugged.
"Anything's possible with Minnesota weather." And wasn't that the truth.
"I suppose," she mumbled.
I tucked a strand of my shaggy blonde hair behind my hair and grinned. "Minnesotans must live for spontaneity."
"Not really," she said. "They're generally boring and predictable. You'd known that if you lived here long enough."
How could she tell I wasn't from the Midwest?
She turned to me. "It's your accent," she explained. "You're from the east coast."
I grinned. She had me. "Maine."
"Thought as much."
"We're pretty predictable too," I chuckled. "But you have to balance out the wild ocean."
"That makes sense." How we'd gotten to talking about mannerisms of people in different regions of the United States was beyond me. I knew I liked talking to her though. She seemed intelligent.
At most of these resorts, all you found were the blonde bimbos looking to score a hot date and maybe a deep tan while they were at it.
This girl was different. She wore black leggings under a jean mini skirt and gray hoodie. Her figure was slim, but she apparently had no need to uncover every inch of her skin.
That just screamed "sleazy" to me anyway. The more you left to mystery, the more that could be desired.
"Could I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"Only if I can buy yours." Her smile was soft and I felt my heart rate increase.
"My treat this time," I stammered.
She stood, offering her hand, which I took. "So there's going to be a next time?"
"Perhaps." We picked our way through the sand slowly, heading back to the recreation center, but in no particular hurry.
It occurred to me that I did not know this girl's name. So I asked her.
"Andy," she answered. "And yours?"
We walked silently again, nearing our destination. I pulled the door open for her; that small touch of chivalry being drawn out in me. Apparently she possessed this quality as well, for she opened the inner door for me.
We sauntered up to the counter and looked at the menu lit up above us. They really didn't have much in the way of coffee and I'd heard from someone else that their pizza was horrible.
"Small mocha, please," Andy told the lady waiting for our order.
"I'll have the same," I said, and we watched as she rushed off to make them. I fished through my wallet for some money and pulled out a ten.
That would be enough, coffee couldn't be that expensive.
She appeared again with steaming Styrofoam cups topped in whipped cream. I handed her the bill and was slightly shocked only to get a quarter in change back.
Andy and I took our mochas over to a more secluded table, avoiding the other teens playing foosball and air hockey.
We sat opposite each other, not sure what to say.
"How long have you been here?" she asked me, starting a new conversation.
"A few days," I replied, licking the whipped topping. "And yourself?"
"Nearly a week. We only have a few days left here."
That was a shame. She seemed like someone I would indeed enjoy getting to know. Not only was she attractive, but she seemed intelligent.
I noticed the Eye of Horus hanging around her neck. "What religion are you?" I gestured toward the trinket.
"A pagan," she answered. "I follow some really old religious beliefs. Multiple gods, magick, and all that jazz."
I grinned. "I'm agnostic," I shrugged. "I really don't care what's out there, but I don't doubt the existence of something."
"It's always good to keep your options open," she nodded. I agreed. We sipped at our coffee some more, simply enjoying each other's company. I'd never felt so relaxed with someone I'd just met before.
"What kind of music do you like?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Pretty much anything. I don't really care for rap or country, but I'll tolerate it."
"Keep your options open," I mocked her, chuckling. She smiled.
We finished our drinks and threw out our trash when we exited. The air had cooled considerably, and Andy pulled the zipper of her hoodie up a ways.
I was a bit cold as well in just a t-shirt, but I shrugged it off. We headed back to the area where the cabins were located.
I knew our time together was drawing to an end. Regrettably I'd have to let her go.
"This is the end for me," she said softly, stopping in front of one of the duplex cabins.
I sighed. "Very well. I enjoyed talking with you."
"Likewise," she said. She pulled out a pen from her left pocket and scribbled her telephone number onto my willing palm.
"Until next time," she left me with a light kiss on my cheek and a number. I grinned idiotically. It was more than I'd hoped for.