(7) Beach and Presentation

Xavier's POV

I kick a tiny sea shell and watch as it lands a few feet away from me. I immediately regret it aftwewards when a huge pile of sand fill my flip-flops.

Great. This is just what I needed. I sigh feeling quite exasperated at the hot weather cooking my flesh, even the sand that crunches under my slippers is pissing me off. I dig my hands in the shorts pocket in hopes of it keeping me a bit grounded. Remind me never to listen to my PA again.

"Why are we out here walking on the beach?" I ask looking over at a beaming Cassandra. Her long dull red hair flies wildly in her face but she makes no attempt to tie it away.

We are finally in the Golden State after another tedious day spent in Chicago.

"Because the beach is fun and you're always cooped up in meetings and whatnot," she carefully step over a wash down sandcastle probably left there by a child earlier today. "by the way this is not only for you. I haven't been to the beach in a long time."

"Look Cassandra," I stop walk