I feel a weakness coming on...

Remembering to put his trunks on before exiting the surf, Thomas made his way back to shore with every intention of heading towards the volleyball game that was starting, but one of his crew members waved for his attention. "Your phone's been ringing for hours, man," the grizzly, gum-chewing man said. "And it's been the same damn song, not the fangirls' ring."

Raising an eyebrow, Thomas changed course and headed back to the bike, where he'd left his pants. A quick glance and call to his voicemail confirmed that, yes in fact someone had been calling him, repeatedly.

"Um, ok, I don't even know if you're checking your voice mail anymore since the last time I saw you were getting like mega fangirl inundation but I kind of have some decisions to make and more importantly you haven't emailed me back and it's been like forever and I'm kind of worried for a whole bunch of reasons but I'm going to run out of message time which only never happens to me, Thomas look just call me, ok?  If you get this?"

Some of the evening's laughing warmth leeched out of Thomas' face as he listened to the message, and he glanced around. Finding himself mostly alone, he scaled one of the sand dunes, hopping over it with ease. It wasn't much privacy, but it was something, and hit "return call".

((Tag Alice!))