He laughed as he followed her out to his car. He liked her, if only because following her train of thought seemed easier thanwith usual people. Evidently, she liked to follow a far more natural way of speaking. After all, I it was easy to follow, it wouldn't be as fun.<br/><br/>"Not yet," he said, "but I suppose I'll have some time to learn."<br/><br/>He walked over to join her.<br/><br/>"I guess I'll have to learn, after all...if nobody's surfing, it seems to me that the scenery would be much worse off."<br/><br/>He laughed again, though he too, or he assumed she might've, had tall, bronzed surfers on the brain. It wasn't an image he could really unstick once he's thought of it. Hell, it wasn't as though it really mattered what he liked. He found himself stopping the process of second guessing his desires. After all, he'd heard of free love, how many more years could his parents' attitude really hold on?<br/>