Who: Anton and Angelina Mystery Fellow and Undisclosed Where: the beach When: Monday, 8pm-ish What: A clandestine affair. Rating: Who knows?
As he slipped out of the hut, Anton was careful to make sure no one was watching. Everyone seemed busy with dinner or other such mundane things, which was just the way he wanted it. Oddly enough, his mood was light and he was looking forward to meeting the young woman again. She was attractive and intelligent and clearly desirous of a fresh start with someone. While in the Middle Ages such a request might have had a far different meaning, Anton felt that this relationship would be intriguing, whatever its outcome. He'd expended some effort in not immediately saying yes to her offer. How wonderful it would be to simply spend time with someone that bent no judgment his way and allowed him to be himself. It was refreshing even to think of the possibilities.
They could be as honest or as deceitful as they liked, but he tended toward the former. What was there to lose, when they were keeping their identities hidden and their rendezvous secret?
As he walked toward their assigned meeting place, Anton smoothed his hands over his new attire. He wore a thin, aged-looking deep blue t-shirt and khaki shorts over something the shop clerk had called sandals. They were rather comfortable and let his feet breathe in the warm air of the island. They would take getting accustomed to, given the dress code of twelfth century Denmark, but he thought he might be up to the task.
He was a few minutes early when he arrived. The sun had disappeared already but the shadows were not yet deep enough for the hour. In order to appear relaxed and at ease, Anton strode out onto the beach and sank down, stretching his legs toward the water. He leaned back, resting his hands in the cool softness of the sand and studying the pounding surf as though it had secrets of its own to be deciphered. He was perfectly content to wait as long as necessary.