One my days off, I like to spend my alone time at the pool. I usually take a book, my headphones, and my water bottle. I find a spot next to a palm tree that offers comforting shade and I lay out soaking up the sun. I’m usually one of the only ones at the pool during the day so I tune out the world by diving into my book and tune out with relaxing music. I was reading my favorite book, Flowers in the Attic, for the eighth time. It’s a book that relaxes me and puts my mind at ease. I love to read the beautiful language that the author uses as she paints her story. I was in my the world of betrayal and innocence when I noticed the shadow of someone standing over me. A guy, towering six feet tall, tanned, muscled and a smile that could be seen in a toothpaste commercial.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
His muffled voice penetrated through my earbuds. I pulled one out of my ear, and apologized for my rudeness and asked him to repeat what he had asked to make sure I heard correctly.
“What are you reading? Are you reading anything good?” he asked.
“Flowers in the Attic,” I said hesitantly and flashed him the cover.
“Interesting,” he said examining the cover. He sauntered over to the hot tub and switched on the jets.
I found myself observing him. It was as if he was putting on a show. Submerging into the bubbly pool, splashing water onto his body and casually flexing his muscles. I tried to direct my gaze back to my book. It was extremely difficult to focus with a seemingly perfect male specimen strutting about in front of me. I was reading the same sentence, over and over.
A wet drop landed on my shoulder and I looked up. The sky was beginning to become clouded. More drops began to fall and slowly started to rain. Fat drops were littering the ground and the sidewalk absorbed it. I hurriedly grabbed my stuff and ran back to my apartment. Saved by the rain.