that you’re supposed to be on vacation and getting away from your job. I’m not going to put you to work.” He laughs. “But hey, a few pointers here and there would be awesome—but no working.” He shakes a finger playfully at me.
“Well, I’d love to check it out,” I say. “I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
And really I don’t mind at all. Somehow, no matter what it entails, I don’t see it making me feel like I’m at work. It could be fun!
Alicia looks relieved.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Luke says. “Melinda—she runs the community center—hosts these charity art events once a year.”
“And she’s been planning them and setting them up for … I don’t even know how long,” Alicia says, twirling a hand in the air beside her. “But she wanted to do something fresh and exciting this year”—she glances at Luke—“so she put us in charge.”
“We have plenty of time to get it all organized,” Luke says. “So don’t think about it too much—you’re here to kick back and have fun.”
“Well, count me in,” I say, beaming at them both.
Alicia looks toward the cliffs, probably eager to take her turn.
“Hey, we’re having a barbecue at our house later,” she says, “if you two wanna come—you can ride over with me.”
Luke looks at me briefly.
I shrug as if to tell her, Sure, why not?
“Yeah, sure,” Luke says. “Just let us know when you’re ready to head out.”
Alicia stands up and dusts sand from her hands.
“Are you OK to sit with your stuff?” she asks, pointing briefly at my bag.
“Oh yeah,” I tell her. “Thanks for bag-sitting.”
“No problem,” she says brightly and then heads toward the cliffs.
I pull a clean beach towel from my bag and go to unfold it.
“Don’t you want to go swimming?” Luke asks.
“Definitely,” I say and lay the towel over my bag to conceal it the best I can.
“I’d tell you not to worry about it,” Luke says about the bag, looking around at the many small groups of people all hanging around the area, which according to Luke is a pretty popular place. “But I don’t know even half of these people—most are tourists.”
“How do you know?”
“They’re not hard to pick out of a crowd, really,” he says and points briefly at a group of girls who just climbed to the top of the cliffs. “Two of them look like they don’t spend much time in the sun. The other two have taken probably thirty selfies each just in the past five minutes, duck-lips and all.” He points at a man and woman who just walked up. “And no locals who come out here wear running shoes and socks in the sand, or big floppy hats and jewelry.”
I stifle a giggle.
“Well, I must really look like a tourist, too, then, shooting a hundred photos on the bus on the way over here, or that rookie mistake of trying to walk in the sand in heels.”
Luke laughs.
“Well, you don’t look so much like one right now,” he says. “Though most locals who come out here aren’t afraid to jump off the cliffs, either, so you’re walkin’ the line.”
My face gets warm, but then disappointment in myself steals my good mood away all over again. I sigh, drop the towel the rest of the way over my bag, and look out at the ocean, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I—”
I shake my head. “No, it’s nothing you said. Really. I mean, it is kind of, but not what you’re thinking.”
Luke tilts his head to one side, a curious and somewhat confused look in his eyes.
“Do tell,” he urges me.
Hesitating, I look out at the ocean again and think on how much I want to tell him, or if I want to tell him anything at all.
“Hey, no holding back,” he says and pokes me in the ribs playfully with his knuckles. “Come on, spit it out. And no sad faces allowed in Hawaii, especially while you’re on vacation.”
He got the smile that he had been trying for out of me easily. But it wasn’t hard because the last thing I want to be is a mood killer.
“It’s what you said on the bus,” I tell him. “About how you used to be afraid of everything.” I pause and then say, “It’s not just heights that I’m afraid of.” I point at him briefly and quip, “But I’m not afraid of camping—that’s just crazy.”
He grins, letting me have that one.
“So