Savannah had been contemplating the rain to the beat of Beyonce. Contemplation was not an activity she engaged in often; it was something smart people or spiritual people did -- and, as Savannah was neither of those things, she chose to spend her time more productively.
Unfortunately, there really was no productive way to tan.
The crash of cool water against her warm skin brought her back to reality. With a sharp gasp, she sat up, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Oh my God!" she wailed. How very rude!
For a moment, she was paralyzed, unsure of how to respond to this clear act of thoughtlessness or even where the water had truly come from. As she rose to her feet, she happened to catch a glimpse of a figure beneath the surface of the water, and her eyes narrowed.
She plucked her headphones from her ears and stormed over to the side of the pool, just as the offender rose to the surface. Her mouth snapped shut, and she blinked, anger fading into a much more playful sort of indignation.
"CJ!" she demanded, crouching down on the edge of the pool. "What was that for?"