Who: Sasha and Nico Where: Silver Shores What: A walk and a talk When: Evening Rating: Low
Her mother was going to kill her. That much was certain.
Sasha's mind was in a daze. Normally, she would have spent hours, if she could, picking out the perfect outfit, styling her hair and wearing just the right amount of makeup. But that was if she was going out with friends or on a date. Sasha was sure this was not a date. She still wished she could have more time. The note in Nico's journal sounded urgent, if notes in journals had such feelings. Sasha figured it was urgent anyway just because of Nico's brother's latest entry. She hadn't done more than skim over it to see if the name of someone she cared about appeared on it anywhere. Since she couldn't find one, she left it alone, not wanting to torment the poor boy any further. It was bad enough he was going to get jumped on for saying the truth. That was the protocol for anyone who did that around here.
Sasha was keen on speaking truthfully herself. It was a good thing though that she didn't have terrible things to say about anyone. If the situation presented itself, however, she could muster up a few choice words if only to defend the honor of someone she cared about. As she tossed on layer after layer of clothing, Sasha realized with a tiny smile that Nico's name had made its way onto that list of people she would probably fight for if it came to that. Finally, after wasting a good ten minutes pleading with her mother and having to promise that Mari stay in the car until they were finished, Sasha was driven to the Silver Shores beach.
She had never visited this beach at night, much less during the winter. It was still beautiful despite the blustery conditions down by the shoreline. She had her arms wrapped around her tiny body as she gazed out at the ocean, waiting for that adorable blonde boy to show his face. She really did wish he would hurry.