The group of girls was getting on Bobbi's nerves - she didn't really do beach excursions but she had had had a vacation day she needed to use, and the sun had been shinning so she thought - why not? She had been feeling more grumpy then usual lately so maybe a trip to the beach was in order. So a book had been grabbed (Bobbi had bought the paperback years ago, and never got around to reading it, reading for fun? What was that and who had time for it?) sunglasses obtained, and she had gone to the beach.
And been reminded that sometimes being around other people could be really annoying. Case in point the group of girls that had set up by the beach chair that Bobbi had been sitting in. They had been playing that song, that stupid call me maybe song, over and over, and that had been bad. Now they were discussing someone else on the beach.
Now words like abs like that, and look at that hair, and oh my god, said in a rather worshipful tone had taken over from the song. Bobbi had had enough. And all right maybe she wanted to see what was causing the ruckus. Standing, she grabbed her book, her beach bag, and managed to fold up her chair, and get a grip on that.
She moved past the girls, like hey she was just walking down the beach to find a better place in the sun and - okay, there was some blonde guy who obviously knew his way around the gym. Sun, sand, surf, and easy on the eyes blonde. She so needed to go to the beach more, just for the view.