Achilles was waxing his broad on the beach, it was very peaceful in Ayia Napa Cyprus. He had came to the beach early that morning to see if he could catch some waves. He liked it better when nobody was around, it was like the world was his for the moment. He was still waxing his broad when he saw the most beautiful woman emerge from a van wearing a bikini, based on the sound of her voice her accent told him that she was American. Her skin was brown with a light Carmel hint to it, he's traveled the world so he's seen many different ethics but if he had to guess you were African American. The woman was loud and obnoxious even it was sorta amusing, but he set his sights back onto his broad knowing it was rude to stare but he still he couldn't help but glance at you a few times, you were ridiculous, the way you kept trying to lay down your beach blanket but the wind refused to let you do so and kept blowing it away. It was entertaining seeing you curse at the wind.

But eventually you won, laying down on the blanket you got comfortable and grabbed your book out of the beach bag, the woman began to read. He thought that was the end of that, no more interruptions but you kept squealing every now and again, at your book. He wasn't sure why he found the obnoxious woman appealing? He couldn't help but now laugh out loud.