Daniel’s toes clenched and unclenched as the grains of sand ran through them. It was hot out, the sun forcing him to pull out his sunglasses and lick his dry lips. He wasn’t sure what you were supposed to wear to a volleyball lesson so he put on a pair of navy board-shorts and a loose grey t-shirt.
The soft crashing of the waves relaxed Danny, occupying his thought while he waited for Lindsey. He hoped they could be friends, she seemed nice and straightforward, things Daniel liked to see in a person.