Ross was trying to surreptitiously watch the camp next door and put up his side of the tent at the same time. He couldn't help but notice when the blond man came out of his van, now shirtless and wearing a pair of what looked like black lycra cycling shorts. He was a little too far away to really see well, but Ross noticed that he was obviously in shape. He went to the makeshift washing line they had set up and retrieved a wetsuit that was hanging on it. Ross watched as he pulled it on, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be holding the tent up for Demelza to thread the support poles through. His eyes stayed glued as the young man pulled the wetsuit up over his arms and finished off by zipping it up the back.
'Finally.' Demelza said. 'Now maybe you can stop staring and help me finish this.' Ross turned and looked at her.
'I wasn't staring.' he said. Demelza laughed.
'You were so staring.' she said. 'I don't blame you though. He's pretty hot.'
'He's also a guy.' Ross said.
'So?' Demelza shrugged. 'It wouldn't be the first time you've snogged a bloke.'
'Shut up!' Ross hissed at her, looking around. 'No-one fucking knows about that.'
'Ross, I know about it.' she pointed out.
'And I'm really starting to regret telling you.' Ross grumbled. 'Besides, I'm here to see Elizabeth.'
'Don't you think it's weird she makes people call her Elizabeth.' Demelza mused as she stood on the tent pegs to sink them into the ground. 'Like she's the queen or something. I think you'd be better off with hot surfer dude.' She giggled when Ross didn't answer, too busy watching the blond talk to the driver who was now also in a wet suit. They took their boards from the side of the van and balanced them on their heads before heading for the beach. Ross watched until they had disappeared. He sighed and went back to what he'd been doing.
'If you like him, you should make a move.' Demelza said sagely. 'I think he might like you back. Did you see the way he was looking at you earlier?'
'It's funny you should say that, because I was about to say the same thing.' The voice sounded like it was on the verge of breaking into laughter. They turned around to see the green haired woman standing behind them and grinning. Ross noticed that Demelza's eyes went a little bit wide as she took in the sight of the back seat occupant of the car.
'I'm Anne.' the woman said stepping forward and holding out her hand to Demelza.
'I'm Demelza.' Demelza said. Ross was surprised to see her cheeks were a little pink. The flush grew as Anne gave her a very thorough look, still holding onto her hand.
'Well, aren't you just cute as a button.' she said. 'So Flint tells me you are coming over later. I hope you like marshmallows.'
'I love them.' Demelza was starting to get that goofy smile that Ross knew meant she was enthralled.
'Well then you'll have to make sure you sit next to me. I am a marshmallow toaster extraordinaire.' Anne's smile was lovely. She finally let go of Demelza's hand and reached out, rubbing a strand of bright pink hair between her fingers. 'Is this Pretty Flamingo? If so it suits you. Pretty Flamingo for a pretty girl.'
'Yeah, it is.' Demelza was smiling broadly now. 'What's yours?'
'Alpine Green.' Anne replied. 'But it's kind of faded from the salt.'
'Cool, so you surf too?' Demelza's eyes lit up.
'Yeah, I do.' Anne said. 'You ride though, which is also amazing. You do tricks?'
