It was 11:30 on the beach, and though it wasn't the hottest day people started to trickle in like ants to dropped ice cream.
Speaking of ice cream, in a beach hut under two palm trees. Tucked at the rightmost edge of the beach: Bod was making cooling ice cream smooth, and he was beyond pleased with the thickness of the milk.
It was as if each protein molecule was linked together by a great strength.
Bob liked to keep himself busy and if he was totally honest, the far right side of the beach wasn't that busy. More than once he had drunk over a dozen smooths just to relive the painful monotony of running a slowly dying beach hut that sells smoothies.
In under 20 minutes, he had made 5 thick shakes and was about to take a sip when he saw a group of people.
Coming to his beach bar of all places.
Quickly he ran some gel throw his wiry black hair and smoothed out his yellow shirt with pink flower prints.
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