11th week’s drabble.
It was the first date and she’d opted to wear a pleated skirt with a tulle blouse. They had decided to meet at the beach near the cliffs, where there was a very nice little bar that made good music. What she hadn’t considered was the wind that was pulling hard in that area. And now, as they set off together towards the bar they had chosen, she found herself struggling with the violent flurries that tried in every way to lift her skirt or shirt flaps, arousing amused laughter from the handsome boy she had just met.