Snippet #1701181

Lucas watched her take down her hair as he approached. It fell down in chocolate waves, and it looked so soft despite the tangled look it had gotten from the salty air of the windy beach. He wanted to go up and touch it, but he would never admit that in a million years. He kept his smile in check as he finally reached her, and gently tugged her arm to bring them both back to the direction they were heading in a moment before.

"Hey. It's nice to see you again too," he admitted. "If by special you mean the garage up here, sure," he laughed. "I'm going to work. That's why my shorts are stained with black everywhere," he told her. Lucas didn't feel the need to say sorry for it; this was how he dressed for work. Take it or leave it, either way he'd be the one to fix your car when it breaks down.

When the attention was brought to clothes, he noticed that she was wearing sports attire. Lucas found himself thinking that she must be pretty serious about running, or jogging, or even just walking out here if she has special clothes for it. No wonder she was so thin, he noticed. "Do you walk out here often?" He asked, taking slower steps than he usually did. He knew he wouldn't have long to talk to her before the garage would be there, but he didn't want their conversation to end sooner than it had to.

(OOC: No problem! Enjoy where ever you're going. :) )