Brilliant sunlight reflects in the ripples on the lakes surface, like a million twinkling fireflies. As Jenny walks along, the wooden slats of the dock feel warm beneath her bare feet. A summer breeze ruffles her red hair and kisses her skin. Her swimsuit is dryshe hasnt been in the water yet.
Chelseas brown curls bounce as she precedes Jenny toward the end of the dock. The place is familiar, though Jennys never been here before. The sun is just warm enough that shes looking forward to splashing into the cool, clear water.
As they get closer to the end of the dock, Jenny admires Chelseas swimsuit. Its a red two-piece, and it looks perfect with her dark hair. Chelsea pauses where the dock ends, gazing out over the water, waiting for Jenny to get there, too.