Oh Paul, the beach had lots of girls in bikinis! If she had known he was going to be so flustered about it she would’ve kept her clothes on. “I still don’t think that’s equal payment,” she teased but she’d take it. Thank god for Yelp. When she got home she’d have to remember to look up where to get good Guam food. The man cooked like a Food Network star. She had to find someplace amazing.
The wind and the waves changed but none of it ruffled Cassie. She was moving as they moved her, eagerly awaiting what new question Paul would throw at her. “Really? Like a date date?” His confession was completely surprising, not that Cassie didn’t get asked out; she did. But this was Paul and she assumed that he was just being friendly or he’d be put off by the usual ‘we work together’ stigma. Her face was frozen in shock for a long second before her grin came back with a vengeance. “I guess this answers my question on whether you had a girlfriend who’d be pissed that I borrowing you for the next few weekends for boating. I’d love to! When?” She wondered if their boating and diving excursions were going to count as dates. “Oh god, should we save the rest of the questions for designated dating times?”