London dove under the waves, letting the cold, salty water wash over his skin. He'd always loved the New England ocean, refreshing and crisp, as his hair slicked back behind him. He surfaced, his skin prickling with cold as he reentered the warmth of the Maine afternoon sunlight, and he grinned. The three girls each looked stunning in their respective bathing suits; it was only the cold water that kept him from showing his opinion. He looked up into the sky, shielding his eyes as he peered at the sun. His eyes lazily drifted back down from the sun, glancing across the horizon, and they rested upon each girl in turn.<br/><br/>His eyes stopped on Ava first, who he'd spent the least time with, was equally as beautiful as the rest of the girls. Her red hair was nice; it appealed to him on at least that aspect, he'd always had a weak spot for redheads when he was still in school. Next, his eyes rested on Esther; a quite pretty woman, with a shapely figure and an outgoing personality, though he wondered if she were too strong for him. Finally his eyes lifted from Esther and landed on Hannah, who lay sunning on the beach. Her friendly, but vaguely shy personality really appealed to him. He laid back in the water, and floated on top of the waves for a bit, his mind wandering away from the clean and into some more unusual situations, but he quickly became ashamed of himself and snapped out of it.<br/><br/>After floating about for around an hour, London strode from the water and sat next to Hannah on the sand, his hair tussled and scraggly in the sunlight. Squinting one eye against the brightness, he grinned and looked over at her.<br/><br/>"What do you say we get you in that big blue ocean?" he ventured cautiously. "We might as well take a little dip before I go in to cook dinner. Would you care to help me prepare it tonight?"