After spending the afternoon at the beach as they made their way off the beach a guy was also making his way in the same direction that they are going.
“Tristan,” Leigh calls out.
“Hi, who is your friend?” Tristan Morrison asks, looking at Jane.
“Jane,” Jane introduces herself looking at Tristan who is a head taller than her, mousy brown hair, styled, and grey eyes. He has good looks that have girls falling at his feet.
“You two are the same age,” Leigh says.
“Cool,” Tristan says, walking with them.
“Tristan stays next to us,” Noah says.
“All the girls like him,” Leigh tease.
“All but you,” Tristan teased, knowing her secret as he once saw Leigh kiss another girl.
Leigh sticks out her tongue at him.
“Be careful, the next time you stick your tongue out at me you might just stick
