Letting out a thrilled shrill, the girl with the pigtails ran back into the crystal clear water. This was probably her tenth or so go around. She was having a blast. This vacation was just what she needed. It was her escape from reality and a dream come true. Paradise, it kissed her toes and put a smile on her face.
Those big brown eyes of hers turned to take in a slender man dressed in black and blue swim trunks. With a giddy laugh, she raced to his side. Pips Wysocki was her name and she was only eight years old. Being an orphan, she grew up without having a brother, but, to her, this handsome beau was that long, lost brother she dreamed of. His name was Sam Quinn; he was a twenty some odd year old college drop out (more like flunk out) who was sweet as sweet ice tea.
His hands were now wrapped around her chubby little fingers that picked up a nice coating of white sand. Wide-eyed and still sporting that large grin, she give him a good tug forward. His stance was broken and he toppled forward, face first into the semi-warm sand.
"C'mon, Sammy! C'mon! We need to make a castle!"
"A castle?" His blue eyes flicked toward her. "How big are we talking?" He envisioned that the little brunette wanted an elaborate castle that she could live in. He was skilled with his hands, but he wasn't that skilled. Such a thing also shouldn't be built from sand.
"HUUUUUUUGE, SAMMY. HUUUUUUUGE!" Her toes poked up and out of the sand she buried them in. "It'll be my new house!"
"Oh really?" his brow cocked as he gave the beach a good scan. Although this place was jam-packed full of people, the areas were pretty mellow with a fair share of people. It was just right. There was enough space to sprawl out and not bump into someone else. Waving at a woman in a sundress as she walked by, the raven turned back to Pips. "Okay, where shall we start?"