We trudged our way back up from the beach, hauling all of our stuff in our arms. The sand was hot, it was hard to walk through. Our stuff was heavy and didn't make our trek to the car any easier. My hair was still dripping wet from my swim. The wind blew at me, my hair flying in front of my face. I stumbled a bit, almost falling over.
"You okay?" She asked, catching up to me.
"I'm fine," I said, trying to blow my hair out of my face. "I can't see."
She readjusted the stuff in her arms, reaching out to push my hair behind my ear.
I blushed at the gesture, feeling almost embarrassed by it.
"There, all better," she said with a smile
I smiled back, and we continued on our journey.
