Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Smack! My alarrm falls off my bedside table and on to my weathered wood floor. I turn and sit up while i hear my bones pop. my feet hit hard down on my fuzzy white carpet. The sun shines through my window and i walk to my bathroom and wipe on some makeup. I walk downstairs to my cafe and hit the espresso makers start button. This day feels like every other sunny 78 degrees in whitehorn california. Whitehorn is a little beach town thats about 20 miles long. It has little shops and a beach that leads to the north paxific ocean.
I turn our open sign and sit at the counter. About 20 minutes later a teenage boy walks in . I look up and say "welcome" in a annoyed voice. I look into his hazel eyes that spark when i look directly into to them. He sits down a chair away from me when i quickly stand up. I look at his dark brown hair thats messy but looks good. Then i glance at his tan skin i can tell he's from california but not from here, i would've known him. He sees me scan his blue board shorts and white worn t-shirt.
"Hi" he says. The way he says it makes me freeze. "Hi" i say with my voice shaky. " can i get something to drink?" "no." "food, anything." "no thank you though." He says it so politly it was nice.
Where are you from?" i say. " pretty far... i am spending my summer here." "Oh ok, thats cool." I say, even though i don't know what to say. I pull my hair back, grab my espresso and sit down next to him. I am waiting for him to introduce me to him but he doesn't. All he says is "do you know how to surf?"
