Without making it seem like he was quickly flitting from one girl to the next like they were objects (“Which I’m not”, James thought to himself. “I’m just being cognizant of time!”), he made his way over to Alexandra, who was sitting on the shore of the beach in complete silence, looking at the distant skyline. Unlike Meghan, who had been wearing a one piece swimsuit, Alexandra was dressed in a pitch black sling bikini, which reminded James heavily of the type of underwear she had turned him into.
Surprising that memory to keep any embarrassing gardening from occurring, James sat down next to her at a respectable distance, and (of course) spoke first.
“So, what are you looking at?”, James inquires, trying to be polite without like a smartass. Alexandra shrugged, saying nothing, and smiled. James couldn’t get a read on this girl, but he was almost positive it was nothing negative. She was definitely strange, but not too weird like Suzanne. Her disposition was quiet but not shy like Daisy or Erica. Tough, but not a bone crusher or a tomboy like Carly or Lucy.
After deciding that she didn’t want to talk, and not wanting to bother her or waste the time he had left on someone who wasn’t interested in conversation, James got up to leave. Suddenly, as he broke eye contact with her, he felt Alexandra grab his arm. Shocked, he looked back over to ask what she was doing, but was perplexed to see her holding a bottle of sunscreen. Where she had gotten that from, James could only assume it had something to do with magic.
“Could you rub this on me?”, Alexandra asked politely, beginning to undo her top with her free hand.