“I have always felt like a fish out of water. Even on the beach, people stare. Am I really that different?!” Natalie looks at Frieda.
“I’d kill to have that hair of yours! Maybe they like how you look. Your at the beach relax! God, girl live a little! It wouldn’t kill you.” Frieda smiles and points out the boys on the surf boards. “The tall one keeps looking over here. …..I think he likes one of us. I wonder who?”
“He’s just starting. I’m not sure that’s sick or like on his face. I bet he doesn’t even see us. Yep, he’s after somebody else. Wait, he’s really coming over here. Don’t look at him!” Natalie starts to raise her voice a but.
“Oh you caught yourself a man, Natalie! Look him in. .. don’t let this one get away.” Frieda giggles. She hopes it goes well this time.
Scott finds his way toward them. About a hundred feet out he comes to a stop. He stands slack jawed. Blinking eyes to clear his mind.
“Whoa, she’s got a tail. I knew she wasn’t from here!” He speaks softly.