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say it the right way. It's Mel- bin ."
"But it's not spelt that way," she huffed, putting her hands on her hips.
"To be an Aussie you need to drop eighty percent of your letters and make up the rest."
"You do say some strange things," she tiptoed out into the water, her boots in her arms.
"Like what? Give me an example."
"Arvo. What's an arvo? I gather you mean the afternoon."
I laughed, following her to the edge of the water, the tips of the waves running up the shoreline covering our feet. Every time it receded, it would drag the sand out from underneath me, my feet sinking further and further under.
"And sunnies. Everything seems to end in an 'ie' or a 'o' like you can't be bothered saying the entire word."
"It's not that I can't be bothered. It's a laid back thing." I kicked some water and it splashed against her legs.
" Hey ." She kicked back, splattering water and sand all over my legs and rolled up jeans.
"Hey, these are my last clean pair of jeans," I exclaimed and ran forward, picking her up around the waist and spinning her around. "I'll dump you in."
Jessie let out an excited squeal of laughter, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, yeah?" I let her slip a little in my grasp and she shrieked again, but my expression fell the instant I realized her face was mere inches from mine and I had her pressed up against my chest. Perfect kiss moment, but I set her down and stepped away. Why the hell did I just do that?
She looked down at the water, tucking her hair behind an ear. I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but that little furrow between her eyebrows said it all.
"Are you hungry?" she said after a moment.
I nodded.
"There was a food cart back up there a bit. We can get a burger and sit outside if you want."
"Burgers again?"
"What can I say?" she shrugged. "My stomach is easily pleased."
"Sounds good."
I held her boots while she washed her sandy feet under a tap and being a typical guy, my eyes ran the entire length of her body. Her long almond toned legs, the curve of her ass, her long neck. It would be so easy to take her hand in mine, tug her to me and kiss that little spot right underneath her ear.
She tiptoed over to me and took her boots and pried mine from my unresponsive fingers. How couldn't she know the things she did to me? "Your turn."
Blinking hard, I stuck my feet under the running water and I imagined what I'd be like if she was looking at me the same way. She'd relaxed a lot since the other day, but there was still this wall of professionalism. Maybe that was what was stopping me?
Pulling my boots back on, we walked down the boardwalk and found the burger cart Jessie had seen earlier. She was definitely not like other women. No fancy restaurants or flash clothes. No pretenses. She was just real.
Burgers in hand we found a bench near the water and I straddled one end and she the other with our food and drinks in between. Cherry cola and cheeseburgers. I supposed it was another traditional American dish. As we ate, we watched the ocean as the sun set, eating our second fatty meal in as many days, laughing and swapping stories about the bands we'd seen play. It was great to talk with her about something that was so sacred to me and have her understand so completely. It was the same for her.
"You'd love New York," she was saying. "There's so much stuff going on underground. Punk, indie, trance. All kinds of stuff. It's a hard town to crack, though. It's still a very cliquey place. If you know someone who knows someone you can get in just about anywhere. Don't ask me about the ivy places though."
"Ivy places?"
"The rich hangouts. You know, like Gossip Girl on acid. Not my scene."
"Uh, not my thing, either. I'd rather hang out at a gig or a pub somewhere."
"We don't really have pubs in the city."
"An old man bar then."
She screwed up her nose.
"No doof doof." I waved my hands around.
"Doof doof?" Jessie laughed like I was insane.
"The
"But it's not spelt that way," she huffed, putting her hands on her hips.
"To be an Aussie you need to drop eighty percent of your letters and make up the rest."
"You do say some strange things," she tiptoed out into the water, her boots in her arms.
"Like what? Give me an example."
"Arvo. What's an arvo? I gather you mean the afternoon."
I laughed, following her to the edge of the water, the tips of the waves running up the shoreline covering our feet. Every time it receded, it would drag the sand out from underneath me, my feet sinking further and further under.
"And sunnies. Everything seems to end in an 'ie' or a 'o' like you can't be bothered saying the entire word."
"It's not that I can't be bothered. It's a laid back thing." I kicked some water and it splashed against her legs.
" Hey ." She kicked back, splattering water and sand all over my legs and rolled up jeans.
"Hey, these are my last clean pair of jeans," I exclaimed and ran forward, picking her up around the waist and spinning her around. "I'll dump you in."
Jessie let out an excited squeal of laughter, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, yeah?" I let her slip a little in my grasp and she shrieked again, but my expression fell the instant I realized her face was mere inches from mine and I had her pressed up against my chest. Perfect kiss moment, but I set her down and stepped away. Why the hell did I just do that?
She looked down at the water, tucking her hair behind an ear. I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but that little furrow between her eyebrows said it all.
"Are you hungry?" she said after a moment.
I nodded.
"There was a food cart back up there a bit. We can get a burger and sit outside if you want."
"Burgers again?"
"What can I say?" she shrugged. "My stomach is easily pleased."
"Sounds good."
I held her boots while she washed her sandy feet under a tap and being a typical guy, my eyes ran the entire length of her body. Her long almond toned legs, the curve of her ass, her long neck. It would be so easy to take her hand in mine, tug her to me and kiss that little spot right underneath her ear.
She tiptoed over to me and took her boots and pried mine from my unresponsive fingers. How couldn't she know the things she did to me? "Your turn."
Blinking hard, I stuck my feet under the running water and I imagined what I'd be like if she was looking at me the same way. She'd relaxed a lot since the other day, but there was still this wall of professionalism. Maybe that was what was stopping me?
Pulling my boots back on, we walked down the boardwalk and found the burger cart Jessie had seen earlier. She was definitely not like other women. No fancy restaurants or flash clothes. No pretenses. She was just real.
Burgers in hand we found a bench near the water and I straddled one end and she the other with our food and drinks in between. Cherry cola and cheeseburgers. I supposed it was another traditional American dish. As we ate, we watched the ocean as the sun set, eating our second fatty meal in as many days, laughing and swapping stories about the bands we'd seen play. It was great to talk with her about something that was so sacred to me and have her understand so completely. It was the same for her.
"You'd love New York," she was saying. "There's so much stuff going on underground. Punk, indie, trance. All kinds of stuff. It's a hard town to crack, though. It's still a very cliquey place. If you know someone who knows someone you can get in just about anywhere. Don't ask me about the ivy places though."
"Ivy places?"
"The rich hangouts. You know, like Gossip Girl on acid. Not my scene."
"Uh, not my thing, either. I'd rather hang out at a gig or a pub somewhere."
"We don't really have pubs in the city."
"An old man bar then."
She screwed up her nose.
"No doof doof." I waved my hands around.
"Doof doof?" Jessie laughed like I was insane.
"The
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