" "Hmph." "Hmph. I don't know. How `bout I go check on her. Will you cover for me?" I asked. "Sure thing Mr. Gentleman.", Cindy said poking fun at my chivalrous ways. I walked towards the front of the waterpark following Annalyn. I could have used our walkie-talkie system ( we use it to maintain contact with all the different divisions - Lifeguards, Medical, Tickets, Concessions, Front Office, mainly Lifeguards and Medical use it though ) to get her to stop and wait for me. I didn't want to call any attention to her though since she seemed to be crying. She went in to an unused ticket booth and I followed her to it. I knocked. "What!" she retorted. "It's me, David." "What do you want!" "Can we talk? Face to face, I mean, not through a door." The click from unlocking the door was my only response. I opened the door to find her sobbing and sniffling. Her face glistened with the moisture of brushed away tears. I walked up to her, wiped them away with my hands, and lay her head on my shoulder. "Look, even though I'm a lifeguard, and I'm usually wet, I always have a dry shoulder for you to cry on." Standard line of mine. But even though it is standard, there is heart behind it, and that is what a hurt woman needs. She sensed that. "Oh, it's Tom. He broke up with me today, and then Mr. Peterson came down on me about this, and the girls in the gift shop want that, and it just all built up.", she managed between sobs. Annalyn is very different in looks than Cindy. Any guy would go for Cindy. Annalyn, on the other hand, is average. She is as flat chested as can be, is about the same height as Cindy, but has long straight blonde hair as opposed to short, brown, curly hair. She is also seven years older, though one wouldn't know it by how she looks. Annalyn continued on between sobs, going from one experience to another, skipping back again, jumping to somewhere else in the days events, and thoroughly just confusing me with who said what and who did what. |