milocross&haley

The beach was not Haley's first choice of where to spend an afternoon off. Of course she had always loved the ocean, as well as swimming, but on a warm day like this, the place was packed with other campers like herself. And no matter how much she liked the beach, one thing that Haley didn't particularly care for was people. Like most of the other girls there, she wore a bikini, though she kept herself covered up in shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't that she was a prude, just insecure about her body.

Walking across the shore, the feeling of sand beneath her feet, the breeze blowing her hair, she would look around at all the people. There was no one here that she would typically hang out with, so she made her way to she more quiet part of the beach. It just so happened that another girl like herself had decided the same thing.

Walking over, she would come to a stop a few feet away from the other girl, her bag slung over her right shoulder. "Mind if I sit here," she asked. It was a stupid question, there was a whole beach, but this was the quietest part, the one where people didn't usually come, and Haley knew that a persons alone time was special. She didn't want to intrude.

Haley didn't really want to start a conversation, but at the same time, she didn't want things to be awkward. Though, chances were, she just felt things were awkward no matter what.

"So... what brings you to the beach," she asks.

(OOC: Sorry for the shortness.)