Dock: Nick and Dana
Sorin must've been upset with her quite a bit if his dog had growled at her. Whenever he showed her the Black Dog before, it had been friendly and welcoming. She bit on her bottom lip and then moved a little closer, not so much shyly but she was testing. But then Sorin smiled and she felt a little less apprehensive.
"Yes, I am having most fun," Dana said, "May I sit with you?" Her toes felt warm against the sunbathed dock. It had a subtle burn that she sort of liked. She hadn't been to a beach since Miami and that had been a lovely trip. Some wind breezed over the ocean in a warm gust that also felt nice against the air. She never got these sorts of breezes in Poland, and she knew whenever she would go back, she would miss these things.