The beach party

It was one of the last days of the summer holidays. They were all out enjoying the nice weather and some cold ones. I’d been looking at you all night, you were wearing one of the nicest bikinis I’d ever seen. “Gucci,” you said, looking at me. I fumbled a little after the words, but expressed my excitement for the very nice bikini. You smile and turn around and join the dancers around the fire. Everyone’s dancing, no worries, nothing. People jump around the…