Swing,swing
With that Ashton closed her book. Anxiously she folded her legs in front of her and avoided eye contact with the man. “Oh…not really…I kinda uhm…” She shrugged as if it was an answer. She had always been an anxious person.
Dash picked up a handful of sand and let the sand glide through the slits of his fingers. "What's your name?" He asked simply, not wanting to over whelm the girl.He wasn’t sure if his company was unwelcome or not. “I am Dash.”












