“Hello. What are you doing out here? I thought this area of beach was only for people who own houses here,” he said.
Immediately, Lauren became defensive instead of saying that her mother owned a house here. “What are you doing out here, then?”
“Probably the same thing you are. I’m trespassing,” he said, standing up and smiling. He had bright, straight teeth.
Something about his smile made Lauren want to open up. “Actually, I live down that way,” she said, motioning to the way she came from.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” he replied, blushing a little bit. “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. My name is Greg.”
“I’m Lauren. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, flashing him a big, flirty smile. He was really cute, and she could already tell how nice he was. Maybe Jessica was right about not all guys being jerks… “If you don’t live here, where do you live?”
“I live in town. It’s about a fifteen-minute drive from here. I just like to think things over on deserted beaches,” he said.
“What have you got to think over, if you don’t mind my asking?” Lauren said, sitting down on the sand and motioning for him to do the same. He did.
“Girl problems. My girlfriend just broke up with me. She didn’t give me a reason why. Kind of tough, you know?” he confessed.
“Yeah. I’ve been through enough trouble with guys to know what you mean,” she muttered bitterly. “It hurts.”
He smiled again, making her heart flutter. “Hey, Lauren, do you want to get something to eat in town? I could drive.”
“Sure, that’d be nice,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face. He offered her his hand to help her up, and she followed him to his red Mustang. “This is your car?” she exclaimed, her eyes as wide as saucers.
He laughed and opened the door for her. “Yeah, this is mine. I have no money left, now that I bought it, but it’s mine.”
As he started the car, one thought stood out in Lauren’s mind. What inspired me to open up to him so quickly?