'Till the World Ends | Des

[mackenzie rose hawthorne]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] ♥ safe and sound | tag: Des | words | outfit | Notes: c: It had been a long day, one of the ones where you just want to go home, curl up in a ball and forget the world. It seemed like these kind of days were becoming a normal occurrence for the blonde, stress was beginning to take its toll. If it wasn’t one thing it was another, no matter how much she put on the back burner something new managed to crawl its way to the surface creating there own problems. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Mac rolled her shoulders behind the wheel. She had countless assignments she should be working on yet she found herself heading to the beach instead. The ocean was one thing that could calm her nerves no matter what, the smell of the salty air and the look of the sun setting over the rolling waves had the ability to wash away her worries. Magical was what it was, in her opinion anyway. Some people needed to cry, others needed to bunch something but for Mac just sitting of the sand for a few minutes was enough for her to be able to work again. After a few moments past she pulled into the beach’s parking lot. Swinging her legs out of the car, Mac took a deep breath, closing her eyes to let it all sink in. Mac didn’t know what she would do without these impromptu trips to the beach; in fact she didn’t know how she made it through so many years in Texas. Of course Texas did have some of its own, if you wanted to travel for hours. Near her home the best she could get was a leach infested pond, which became enough on the hot days but definitely didn’t measure up to the beauty of San Francisco. Sliding her eyes open she took a look around, noticing a line in front of what used to be an abandoned shack. The place was spruced up, had she really been gone from the place for that long? A quizzical look formed on her features as she began to walk over, straining to read the sign. ”A surf shop?” She paused for a moment, a feeling of delight washing over her. ”That’s awesome!” The woman picked up her pace until she arrived at the front door, opening it to take a look around. ”Wow.” She mouthed, amazed by the shear amount of supplies and surf boards that lined the walls of the store. Ever since she arrived in San Fran she had wanted to learn how to surf, it was almost like a rite of passage for new comers that she failed to observe. Her feet moved a few steps towards a board with a beautiful tropical scene depicted on it. ”Amazing.” Mac’s head tilted to the side as she ran a hand along the smooth surface. Glancing around she began to wonder if anyone who worked was nearby. Now that this shop was here she had no reason to put off surf lessons. ”Except maybe school.” Sighing, she frowned, turning to leave the store just before a man stepped in front of her. ”Oh hello.”

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[Desmond Lloyd Rees]

Desmond had been upstairs in the attic getting a quick snack and a drink when he heard the bell go off. Putting his bag of chips aside and keeping his can of soda in hand, he trotted down the stairs with a smile, seeing there was no one immediately at the counter, so they must have been looking around. He set down his drink and began drumming his fingers on the counter as he glanced around curiously, not seeing anyone in the men’s section, most of his customers were men so that was generally the first place his eyes wandered. Giving the place another scan, he saw a pretty blonde looking at one of the boards and his smile grew.

When he saw her turn to head out, he quickly moved in front of her. “Hey, sorry…I was upstairs for a moment,” he apologized with a kind smile, “was there anything I can help you with?” Really, it had been a slow day so far and he was excited to have any customer, but rarely did someone looking like her walk through the doors. He didn’t recognize her, so he knew that she must have been a first time customer. Des would try his hardest to get a sale or at least some conversation out of her, anything that might keep her coming back.

“I saw you looking at the boards...do you surf? Were you looking to buy one? I could give you a recommendation if you’d like.” He headed back in the direction of the surfboard she’d been looking at, waving her on to follow him with a friendly smile. He could tell now, just by being around her for the few seconds that he was, that this girl was a bit out of her element. When surfers came by the shop, they rarely just quickly admired one board and then left again. Generally they would peruse swimwear, the boards, and board care products, they were always looking for something better to take care of their stick. Surfers, especially ones he didn’t recognize or which were from out of town, also were usually pretty chatty with him, wanting to know about different beaches and other fun things of the sort. But, her, she was almost in and out before he could spot her.