A Friend Incoming

Soon enough, we left outside the hotel as the crisp air sifted through our clothes. The sun was shining as we walked in the direction of the beach, which wasn't too far away. It was about a few blocks or so, and as we walked, I began to see more and more people in swimsuits.

"So what kind of dream did you have," I asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's hard to explain," Nikki said. "But it was about you."

"Okay, that's all I need to know," I responded, not wanting to hear anymore. If Nikki was going to have dreams about me, I didn't want to know. It would only make things weird between us. Soon enough, we were looking at the blue ocean and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

"It's so beautiful," Nikki said, as we both stopped to look at it.

Malachi looked around for a few seconds and then said, "There's a hot dog stand over there. I'm starving."