The wave drags me under and I take a mouthful of saltwater.
I flail about and stand up as another wave comes to swamp me in water, but this time I'm prepared.
I swim to the top and spy Damien laughing his head off at me.
I see the look on his face just as he realises what I'm about to do, then I flip his surfboard over and he falls into the water. I started running as I feel splashes of water aimed at me and turn around just in time for one to hit me in the face.
"YOU WILL PAY YOU LITTLE MONSTER!"
And that is pretty much what my morning consists of, Damien splashing me, me getting him back and a whole lot more fun than it should be. Until we are walking back to the car.
I sit down with a towel around my waist and my wet hair annoyingly dripping down my back. We drive along the road and I realise Damien is not taking me home.
"Where are we going?"
"To get some lunch."
I glance at the clock on the car and it reads 12:30.
"I repeat, WHERE are we going for lunch?"
"Um," Damien thinks for a minute before saying.
"It's a surprise."
"Hmmff."
I lean back and huff. I hate surprises.
It's roughly five minutes later when we pull up to 'Píetoes pizza and pasta'.
We walk in and Damien surprises me by speaking fluent Italian to the man at the counter.
Well, I'm guessing so because you know, pizza, pasta, Italy.
He leads us to a table and hands me and Damien a menu each.
"Where did you learn to speak Italian?"
He smiles, "Dolphie, I am Italian."
Ha. It's funny how much I don't know Damien, even though I was with him for 2 months.
I order carbonara and we sit back and chat, about everything really. My dad, my brother. His family, his dog Gruffie.
Until our meals arrive and we eat in silence. But it's not an awkward silence, it's a companionable silence.
Of companions.
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