Salah is seated on a ragged lawn chair in the center of a crowd of seated children. His leopard print hat is slanted at a jaunty angle
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Beth is standing off to the side, hidden partly under the shade of a tarp. Her tank top has left clear tanlines on her shoulders and she grins a little bit tugging at a strap and then sticking a hand in the pockets of her jean shorts.
She looks a little bit like Daisy Duke, really.
"Never heard that version of the story before."
Her voice is kind of quiet, and she clears her throat.
"Beth," he repeats. And instead of shaking, he lifts her hand and kisses the back of her knuckles. He winks at her, showing a tiny bit of fang. "My friends call me Salah."
He looks over her shoulder before looking back at Beth with another easy grin. "Is there a boyfriend or partner back there waiting to bludgeon me for assuming, or do I get to buy you lunch?"
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She looks a little bit like Daisy Duke, really.
"Never heard that version of the story before."
Her voice is kind of quiet, and she clears her throat.
"I mean, that was really good."
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Academic mode jumps track. New thought process: legs.
"--meant to change with each telling." He takes off his hat and grins. "And we have no been introduced."
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"Beth," she says. "I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you would mind me listening."
He's cute and definitely different than the boys back home. The only stories they'd know would be famous football plays.
She likes different.
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He looks over her shoulder before looking back at Beth with another easy grin. "Is there a boyfriend or partner back there waiting to bludgeon me for assuming, or do I get to buy you lunch?"
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