"That's disgusting. I can smell you from across the pier."
Dani had to clear her head. She'd been working night and day on the next issue of The Cove when she decided she'd had enough of Siren Cove's who's and what's. Besides, it looked like a beautiful Sunday and she needed a little sun.
She had just grabbed an ice cream cone when she heard the familiar voice of one Neal Douglas. It's hard to miss him, really--his loud voice obviously talking to his son, his presence, and well, the fried pickles. Dani slinks up beside him, leaning onto the railing of the pier as she takes a few licks of her chocolate ice cream.
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Date: 2014-09-14 06:29 pm (UTC)Dani had to clear her head. She'd been working night and day on the next issue of The Cove when she decided she'd had enough of Siren Cove's who's and what's. Besides, it looked like a beautiful Sunday and she needed a little sun.
She had just grabbed an ice cream cone when she heard the familiar voice of one Neal Douglas. It's hard to miss him, really--his loud voice obviously talking to his son, his presence, and well, the fried pickles. Dani slinks up beside him, leaning onto the railing of the pier as she takes a few licks of her chocolate ice cream.
"Disappointing Sunday?"