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01¦thalassopile

thalassophile. (n.)
lover of the sea, someone who loves the sea, ocean.

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"I never understood how people can do something like that. It's so messed up!" I   scoff, looking over at her. "How do you just decide that you actually want to eat mushrooms?"

She laughs again, and I smile.

"You are definitely not one to judge Mister! You like anchovies!"

We have been sitting there for a while, the sun had started to set. An array of pastel pink and purple and blue and orange was thrown across the sky, creating the perfect mood for getting to know a stranger. A quite interesting stranger, at that.

In the hour that they had been sitting on the cliff, I had learned that her name was Faye, her favorite color was blue, she loved surfing, she was studying pet ethology, and had just moved here. The amount of times she had made me laugh broke the record of the past year.

"So, why are you so closed off?" she asks, bumping her tanned shoulder against mine.

"Why are you such an open book?" I ask, bumping my shoulder against her's.

She turns around and crosses her legs, looking directly at me. "Thats not how it works, Axel Gray. You can't answer a question with a question." Smirking, I turn towards her,crossing my legs as well.

"I just did, though."

Shaking her head, she stands up. A small smile blooms on her face. '' Well, I gotta get home. It's getting late."

"Let me walk you."

We start walking down the cliff I ran up merely an hour and a half ago, expecting to stop someone from jumping into the rough and unaccepting waves below. Not expecting to find a friend, nonetheless someone that makes my heart beat a thousand miles per hour with a simple smile.

We walked in silence, and I looked up to see that we were near our local Surf Shack.

"How close are we to your house?" I ask, stopping short.

She looks up, and points her hand to a cute double story house, directly on the beach. "Not to far, if you ask me."

I nod my head, grinning. Taking her hand, I pull her towards the shack. The little door bell tingles when it closes behind us. We slide into the booth at the back of the rustic shack, next to a window that gives us a view of the beach.

"I'm craving a sundae." I state, opening the menu one of the waiters laid down in front of us, after checking Faye out.

"Me too. I think the caramel honey one would be great."

I look up at her. Her honey hair, honey voice. Everything about her reminds me of honey, except her ocean blue eyes.

"You just going to sit and stare at me?" she asks a smirk laying upon her lips. I shake my head, chuckling.

"No, I am going to order a chocolate sundae. They are great."

The waiter saunters over, his notebook in his hand.