Poppy was, dare I say it, enthused to be at the beach. She usually had to worry about such nuisances as sunburn (apparently the sun didn't agree with her since tanning was seemingly impossible), and unceremoniously lugging the large umbrella out to lay under, but with the sun setting and evening fast approaching, she didn't have a care in the world. In fact, she felt strangely at ease, the lavender, pink, and golden hues of the sky lulling her into a sense of calm.
She was at the beach for a reason however, and continued keeping her dark eyes peeled for the 'abandoned dock,' as Alex had put it during her shift at Twisty Treats. She promised she'd surprise him sooner or later with a visit, and well, here she was, all wrapped up (in a towel that is) and ready to go. It was getting dark quickly, but she eventually spotted a figure and crept up behind it.
"Ah, nothing like going down by the sea to --" She cut herself of, her gaze transfixed by the water, or rather, what Alex was doing with the water. She'd envisioned surprising him, but now, she could barely form a fluent sentence. "W-W-WOAH!" Not very eloquent, but it got the job done.