Snippet #1053909

Trystan went to the beach the next day and waited for the girl for about an hour before leaving again. He wasn't exactly sure why he even bothered, he didn't know this girl and he had much bigger things to worry about than getting her hat back to her, still he had showed. He had returned to his neck of the woods to meet up with some of the guys from the gang for a friendly game of basketball before heading home. It had been a long exhausting day and the site of that vacant couch never looked so inviting.

The next morning he went back to the beach, the floppy hat in tow and waited for a little while. When the girl failed to show he went into the shack and began restringing his fishing pole, it was desperately in need of some new string and he never wanted to hassle with it on his Saturday fishing trips. He had just about finished when he heard a voice call out "Mr. Hobo" and a smile creeped onto his face. Wiping his hands on his blue jean shorts and pushing his hair out of his eyes he grabbed up the hat from where is had set on the upturned boat. He pushed his way through the old shack door "Well I am certainly no Hobo, but I might have what you’re looking for." He said with a grin on his face, he held up the hat "you dropped it the other day."