"N-no," Greg said in answer to the question about keeping Quinn waiting. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He flipped over onto his front and swam back to the shore as quickly as he could, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes as he emerged from the surf.
Up until now he'd only seen pictures of Quinn through the communication bracelet thing, and they paled in comparison to seeing her in the flesh. He smiled at her sheepishly, taking in her blonde hair and big hazel eyes. He almost said something goofy like "wow, you're even prettier in person than you are in pictures", but remembered just in time what the lady on his post had said about "lines".
Instead, he held out his hand for her to shake. It was mostly dry already, from the sunshine, and besides, he was intending to ask if she wanted to go in the water with him at some point anyway. "Hi," he said. "I'm Greg, Greg Brady."