The Life of Sally Jackson

Chapter Two

Sally groaned when the alarm sounded on her bedside table. She almost his Snooze before remembering she needed to get to work for her shift. It was Saturday already and she was at Sweet on America from 7:00 to 1:00.

She got dressed quickly in her uniform and walked out the door. She was just about to lock the door behind her when she remembered the beach bag she stashed behind the door. She grabbed it and hurried out to her car.

Throwing the bag in the back, she stepped on the peddle and drove to Grand Central Station.

After a long shift, she grabbed her bag out of the car and brought it to the restroom. She changed into her favorite white swimsuit(more like her only swimsuit) and threw on a summer dress over it. Climbing back into her car, she turned on the radio and in no time arrived at Montauk.

She stepped out of the car and felt the familiar warm sand in between her toes. She took off the dress and ran into the waves. She dove under the water and swam deep into the waves. She loved it down here. No one to bother her. No one to tell her what to do.

Until today, apparently. For she saw a man watching her. He was incredibly handsome, she had to admit. He wore an old Greek-style chiton that flowed around him in the water. He was well built and tan. He had raven hair and a closely shaved beard. Mesmerizing sea-green eyes shown through the water, freezing her in place.

He swam toward her and she panicked. She gasped and tried to kick towards the surface. The man had a puzzled look on his face and grabbed her ankle. Her lungs burned. She needed to get to the surface, but it was just out of her reach. Right when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, something changed. She found she could breathe.

At first she thought she had died and her soul was floating off to some afterlife she didn't believe in, but the man fell into her line of sight again and he smiled at her.

"It's okay," he said and somehow she could hear him perfectly through the water. He seemed to be breathing too, she noted.

"Who-who are you?" She asked. He gave a playful smirk and offered her his hand. She was sure she had lost her mind. But she took it. And suddenly they were walking out of the surf. She looked over and the man was spontaneously wearing sea green swim trunks. Her eyes couldn't help but find their way to his abs. She blushed and looked away.

They walked across the beach in the direction of the cabin she had rented for the weekend. The sun was setting on the water behind them and she realized they were still holding hands. Her face became an entirely knew shade of pink as she let go of his calloused hand. She cleared her throat and tried to keep a pace a few steps ahead of him. She was starting to feel self-conscious about the way she looked. Her brown curls were still wet and she tried ringing them out.

She was wondering what she looked like in her white bathing suit. She didn't care when she put it on, but now she's wondering if she should invest in a new one. They reach her door and she catches the man staring at her. A blush rises to her cheeks for probably the millionth time that day and she motions to the cabin and starts backing away from him. 

"I'll see you around..." the man says. "Sally, " she supplies, "Sally Jackson."  "Well, I'll see you around Sally," he smiles, trying out her name on his tongue. She waits and when he says nothing, she speaks. "And you are?"

He looks flustered for a moment, apparently not expecting her to ask such a question. "Who I am isn't important." "Of course it is," she says, "what's your name?"

"My name..." he hesitated, looking around, "is Tri....ton." "Triton," she repeated. "Is it funny I almost said Trident? Pretty girl like you got me tongue tied," he smirked. "See ya around," she spoke quietly and waved and the man name Triton waved back. She watched him walk away, retreating into the darkness, perhaps returning to the sea, she thought with a laugh. Returning to his domain.

She laughed again at herself, wondering how such a handsome person could think she was pretty. And how much of an idiot she was. She must have made such a fool of herself! She pushed the door to her cabin open and stepped in, closing the door behind her.