Zelle nodded, "Ok, sounds fun," She said, smiling brightly. She turned off their course for the beach and surf to go find his paintings. She hoped they were good..She hated having to look at bad paintings, and then tell the artist they were really good because she hated hurting their feelings.
Jack smiled, "I wouldnt know, but its nice for sure," he said, sticking one hand under the hot layer of sand until it was wrist deep in the cooler part of the sand, away from the blaze of the sun. "So im guessing you live in LA?" he smiled at her.

