Snippet #1696780

(Thanks! Everything is better now, I just wasn't having such a great day that day. :))

The next day, Lucas woke up with a new-found excitement to start his day. That said a lot, considering he was going to the garage again today. He knew that wasn't why he was looking forward to the day though. At the end of the day when he'd gone through his usual routine, the garage, a shower, maybe some fishing, he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist any longer and he would pick up the phone and call the number sitting on the end table beside his bed and talk to the girl he couldn't get out of his mind.

The early morning sun was vaguely hidden on the horizon by the colorful pink, orange, and pale purple clouds. The second story of Lucas's house, where his room was in the front of the house, gave a slight view of the ocean in the distance. Throwing on shorts and a tee shirt, he decided that would be a good way to start the morning was a walk along the beach to his job. The garage was only across the street that divided the two.

It wasn't long before he found himself walking along the patch of compacted sand; still wet from where the waves had drenched it, but too high for the waves to reach it again until the next tide. Instead of the powdery sand he would sink in, the sand near the water gave him a firm ground to walk on. The sun had gotten a little higher since he left his house, and he couldn't look out onto the ocean without the strip of reflected light bothering his eyes.

Lucas watched a crab skitter along up the sand to the hole it had dug out, and it made Lucas smile. For some reason, he always thought the way crabs walked and acted was simply hilarious. Seagulls above him called out to one another, giving the beach a less deserted feel to it. But as he walked his way along the beach in the direction of the garage, he saw a figure that seemed familiar. It had been dark the night before but he could swear it was Tor. He almost couldn't believe it. Lucas found himself eyeing her figure a little longer than was respectful but he justified it in his mind by saying he was "just checking to make sure they were the same person." He broke into a jog, his sandals sticking slightly to the muddy sand along the ocean waves. As he got closer, he slowed to a walk and cupped his hands over his mouth to call out, "Tor!"