Donrua Beach Bar.
Amy Mapa of the Tribe of Navan.
I smiled as I put the tea cup in front of the young man.
Wearing a maid bikini, as it was my uniform for working here in this beach bar, showed a man's true colours, where his eyes went told more about him then anything. There was a reason as to why many of my classmates took boys here before going on a more serious date.
As it stood, the black haired young man smiled at me, which made me blush lightly.
Heardread Banastagh of the Tribe of Conn, the little brother of the hostess of the beach bar, was a regular and he was a nice lad. His short black hair was a bit messy, on purpose, and he had a nice smile – and he was not only polite, he was also very good in maths. He usually took a table out on the pier, which reached out into the bay, under an umbrella and enjoyed the sun (and, I was sure of it, the sights).
He had seen me often enough to know me and I knew him well enough, too.
“There you go.”, I said and smiled at him, taking the tablet in front of my stomach as rose to full height. “Do you need anything else?”
“Can you keep me company for a few minutes?”, he asked, “It's a few minutes until you open anyway.”
I nodded and took a seat. “Sure, why not.”, I said and sat down with him, looking over his shoulder at the Teressian tank landing ship with the bow ramp deployed into the water.
It was not a military ship, not anymore, as evidenced by its bright colours and the lettering on the side reading Tauwerk Water Gun Foundries in a happy font. The Eastern Half of the beach was reserved for the water gun show room of the Teressian toy manufacturer and they were going all out. I had been able to test some of their water guns yesterday, a special reward for the employees of the bar (which had been sponsored by the company to sell anything and everything for free today).
“Fintan seems to have fun.”, Heardread said with a smile as he watched the other waiter light the fire for the grill. Other waiters and waitresses floated around as well. “He is a grill master, isn't he?”
“The best I've ever seen.”, I replied with a smile. “When my class grilled a few weeks ago, he had an awesome sauce as well.”
Heardread raised a hand. “Please stop, I'll only get hungry.”
I giggled. The Western Half of the beach, almost two thirds of the beach, was free and open, the azure waves splashing gently ashore on the white sand and with quite a bit of distance until the treeline – or palmline. The western limit of the beach was the cliff, on which a sacred grove of palm trees stood, easily reachable by the path, which connected the beach to Scrín, or more complicated by scaling the cliff.
But aside from using the cliff as a jumping off point into the bay, there was no real reason to do so.
“It's going to be one heck of a day.”, Heardread said and smiled, “I wonder if I will meet a few new people.”
“I'm sure of it.”, I told him, “There's a lot of tourists here and I'm sure some of them would love to talk with you.”
“Indeed, there're always.” Heardread replied and took a sip. “Wonderful. My compliments to the cooker.”
“Thanks.”, I smiled and my watch beeped. “That's my signal, I'm afraid.” I rose and smiled at Heardread. “We'll see each other.”
“Sure will.”, Heardread said and smiled. “Happy Summer Day, Amy.”
I rose and smiled, words a bit stuck in my mouth, and I decided to do something daring: I kissed, well, pecked Heardread on the cheek.
“Happy Summer Day.”, I told him, red as a tomato and then almost ran off to my waiting position red in the face and hiding my face behind my bangs.
The hostess, Heardread's big sister, grinned at me, which only made me blush even more red.
“Drink something, the first guests will be here any moment!”, she instructed, “Before you overheat, little sister.”
I blushed even redder before doing what she had said.
By the time we opened, I was back at her side.
