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[Chris Murray]

Aaaand now it was time to PAARRTAAY! Baylee didn't think I was weeeird. Okay, really I'm fine. No, honestly, I'm not strange at all. Okay, maybe I am. But I was also very pleased. I mean, my gesturelike thingomabobbywhatsit had been accepted by her. I was so happy. But I was now going to take it slowly. Step by step. I didn't have to rush into it. Hold on, rush into what? I promised myself I wouldn't think about these things. Oh well. If you believe that promises shouldn't be broken, does it still count if they're with yourself? Well, from now on it doesn't. From now on, promises only HAVE to be kept, if they are to or with other people. Promises to myself just don't work. Nuh-uh. Not at all.

So she wanted me to take her somewhere. Like I was totally gonna be good at that. Sure, she'd only been there like, three days or something, but what about me? I'd only arrived that morning. And IIII was the one looking for warmth? Fine. But chances were I wouldn't have any more luck than she would have. Smiling at her comment, I nodded, scanning the horizon for any sign of..... Well, anything really. But all I saw was:

Sand.
More Sand.
Hey is that -
Nope, it's just more sand.
OHHH HEY LOOK! MORE SAAAND!!!!!
Oh my god! Just for a change, there's some....... SAAANNDDD!!!!!!!!!!

Well, anyway, I saw a whole lot of sand. And for some reason, I figured this wasn't what she was talking about. Whhyy wasn't there ANYTHING? Ahh well. We'd just have to go for a nice look now wouldn't we? Grabbing her hand, I pulled her after me as I began to walk, making sure I let go ASAP. Well, you know, as soon as she'd got the message we were going somewhere.

"MMkay. All I see is a whole bunch of SAND, so it looks like we MAY have to search a bit.

Slowly, but kind of sort of briskly (if that's at all possible) I made my way towards a large sand dune that seemed to be blocking my view. Damned sand dune. Just cause it's all high and mighty. Oh great. Now I am mad. I'm paying out SAND. Phew, I have NO hope. At any rate, I walked over the sand dune, Baylee in tow, and guess what I found? Bet you didn't. Oh well, I'll tell ya anyway. It was this restaurant type thing, only it wasn't a restaurant, more like one of those seaside cafe whoseewhatsits. Like, where they sell fish and chips and stuff? Yah. Them. And as I got closer, it surprised me. There were PEOPLE in there. Oh my god, astonishing I know, but yeah. As in, it wasn't CROWDED, but it was like..... There were enough people for it to be cosy. In fact, it seemed perfect. Turning to Baylee, I shrugged my shoulders.

"This place good?"

I waited for her to reply, a questioning, yet still happy (aaalllways happy ) look on my face. I liked to think of my constant happiness as relaxing, but you know, everyone has their own opinions.

(OOC:Ooooh we reached the second paaage. Wooop Woop. Yaaaaahhhuh. Okay, sorry if the post is crap, at least it's a decent length lol.)

[Baylee Lendar]

I enjoyed watching his confused/desperate/annoyed/amused face, but somehow managed to keep mine poker straight..because it seemed somewhat right for the situation. But eventually he grabbed my hand, in a way that said he was gonna let it go, because if they don't, they sorta dither about brushing your hand with theirs a few ten million times before eventually clasping it and not letting go until you've lost about 10kgs of sweat through it. Anyways..

Concentrating on getting up the sand bank which was made up of sand that seemed to slide and drag you down with it, I kept my gaze carefully in front of me to avoid anything that might end up with me on the ground. And then the boy shaped shape in front of me came to a stop so I imitated that, looking past his shoulder to the quaint little bach/cafe style restaurant.

"Not bad..that didn't take long to find. I'm impressed,". With a uplift of lips that resembled a smirk merged with a smile, I slipped past Chris, turning sidewards to butt my hip into the door, holding it for a split second before figuring Chris was quite capable of getting himself safely through the door. Ya know..people who are all tip their hat, bow and "greetings miss", quite scare me. People with manners that up to date cannot always mean it, could they? Well, so, the restaurant.

There were a range of ages in there, so it wasn't like all old grey people sipping tea nor was it screaming toddlers with frazzled mums. There were a few little families, a couple looking very honeymoonish and then several bleached hair surfie type guys with some equally white haired girlies. There was this sorta decky thing surrounding the cafe too, giving it a kinda lighthouse jamaican look. I dunno..just yea.

Turning around, I glanced at Chris, then around the very atmospheric room. There was this humdum of chatter and a faint sizzle of presumably chips, which was somehow very comforting and at the same time inviting.
"Where do you wanna sit?"