Un beso para mi (short story 10)

And there he comes... she thought to herself while shaking off the drops from her body. Just got out of the water from her morning swim, all wet and loose, feeling her back and neck muscles relaxing after the effort. "Yo no compro nada, gracias" she was already used to reply each time when someone approached her with whatever craft, fruit or any other goods they had for sale. With or without goods, everyone who passes by, along the beach or on the road just behind, in town and in the bars, always the same old sentences: "Hola chica, mi amor... quiero ser tu marido... que linda.." Can't blame them for trying, it's just part of the game.

This time he had pareo for sale, "no tengo dinero en la playa, amigo" she replied and then, just like that, a refreshing sentence she has not heard before from a pass by.. he said without hesitating.. "un beso para mi".