The freeze. The ball sits in the sand. Kyle has his hands on his hips. Jenna is already walking away. And Mia is walking toward Leo, her palm raised for a high-five. She’s laughing. Her white sunglasses are crooked. A single line of sweat traces her jaw.
Mia didn’t answer. She picked up the ball, spun it once, and served.
They look at each other. Neither moves.
The crowd of eight sunburned strangers erupts.
The freeze. The ball sits in the sand. Kyle has his hands on his hips. Jenna is already walking away. And Mia is walking toward Leo, her palm raised for a high-five. She’s laughing. Her white sunglasses are crooked. A single line of sweat traces her jaw.
Mia didn’t answer. She picked up the ball, spun it once, and served. Beach Volleyball- gg -59- -iMGSRC.RU
They look at each other. Neither moves.
The crowd of eight sunburned strangers erupts. The freeze