[... Huh. What was that about? He noticed her staring, then blushing and looking away... Huh. Maybe she thinks he looks good?
... That's a nice thought. It makes him blush a little, though, and he scratches his cheek while he watches her run off.]
O... Okay. [Might as well follow her. He picks up his towel and heads after her, towel over his shoulder as he raises his other hand to block his eyes from the sun and observe the line of the ocean. It really was pretty... Maybe he could at least get waist deep. But no further.]
[Action; Noon of June 14th]
... That's a nice thought. It makes him blush a little, though, and he scratches his cheek while he watches her run off.]
O... Okay. [Might as well follow her. He picks up his towel and heads after her, towel over his shoulder as he raises his other hand to block his eyes from the sun and observe the line of the ocean. It really was pretty... Maybe he could at least get waist deep. But no further.]