Ah the summer, Roxy thought, I love it. She sat on the dock of the river and kicked her legs. The dusk sky brought beauty and coolness to a hot day. She looked at her skin around her bikini and rolled her eyes as she saw it turning a bright pink. Together with friends made it worth while and on day she'd learn to use sunscreen.
"Hey, want a beer?" a male voice spoke behind her.
A cold beer tapped her shoulder as she took it, interrupted from her thoughts. "Thanks," she replied. Taking a swig she looked up behind her to see a stranger who'd come with a friend of hers. He was tall, big boned, and had a piercing stare that made her uncomfortable.
"You're welcome," he responded in a deep southern drawl. "I don't know if you've been told or not but my name's Sean."
"No I haven't but nice to meet you. I'm Roxy by the way."
"I know. I asked."
She looked up at that and saw him smiling somewhat sheepishly. She wondered why he was still here with her since they were strangers. "Is there something I can do for you?" she asked with a hint of annoyance.
Sean sat down beside her then looked her in the eyes. "I heard what you were," he began.
The pieces fell into place and mentally she rolled her eyes. "Yeah and what was that?"
He didn't know if he should say it aloud for fear he was lied to. "A hooker?" Sean tried, what he thought, was the polite version of the word.
"Yea and?"