Tom and Jesse were looking out to sea, their hair blowing in the breeze. She felt the lace of her white sun dress he had bought her. She followed it up to the brown buckel.
"Do you like it?" He softly asked. Looking at her perfectly fitted dress.
"It's beautiful" Jesse whispered, not looking at Tom. It felt like her grandmothers dress. He smiled down at her and whispered softly.
"What are you thinking?" She stopped stroking the dress and slowly looked up.
"My grandma had a dress like this, she wore it a lot. It became stained with paint splashes as she was an artist." Jesse said, not giving eye contact but staring at the sea. She felt as if her grandma was watching her.
"I'm not that interested in art, I would rather do paperwork than paint" Tom laughed. To himself. He looked at Jesse and she wasn't laughing. She was staring at the sea.
"You alright?" He asked politely. Jesse tilted her head to him.
"I miss her that's all" she had small tears building up in her eyes. He leaned closer to her, and put his arm around her. Her farther would never let someone put their arm around her if they'd only met that day however she felt as if she'd met Tom years ago. She somehow felt same in his arms and lowered her head onto his shoulder.
"Hey what are you doing over here! Jesse! Jesse" a voice echoed along the beach. As Rosie ran a thick trail of sand flung up behind her.
"Jessee! Everyone's going back to the hotel!" She stopped when she saw the other man, once hidden by a chunky rock, sat nextto Jesse. Jesse lifted her head up to see the ginger haired skinny silhouette in the distance, ankles in the waves.
"Oh sorry Rose. Yeah I'll come" she looked at Tom who nodded as if to say to go on ahead.
"I've got to go now, Rosies calling" she wondered why she said that, she knows he clearly just heard Rosie say what she said to Jesse. She sits up and brushes the sand from her new dress.
"I'll see you round hopefully. I am leaving to England soon, I may even see you in England!" He said smiling. Jesse almost egnored the comment as she sat up and ran down the beach to Rosie. She turned and waved at Tom, who was standing up brushing the sand off himself. Rosie raised her eyebrows at Jesse who tried to act cool.
"And who is that?!" Rosie questioned raising her eyebrows more than before.
