"Hey girls," a familiar voice called out to us. The surfboard and black wetsuit let me identify him straight away. Meet Chris- local surf enthusiast and math club president- two commonly associated attributes.
"Hey Chris," we both called back. Me from a crouch looking like I was about to lunge at Aimee. Aimee poised to grab and counter me.
"Not interrupting anything am I?" he asked when he got closer.
"Nope," I said with a shake of my head. Then realized something. And reconsidered. "Actually, I need your help with something?"
"Oh?" he grinned with a raised eyebrow. I liked Chris. Chris knew what was up.
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