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Aaron quietly walked the Washington beach, his hands placed leisurley into his pockets as he soaked his toes into the rich sand. He wore dress pants, the slacks wet at their bottoms and slightly rolled. His button down shirt was unbottened, revealing a white wifebeater underneath. His hair was a bit touseled, probably from the salt spray of the ocean or his nervous habit of running his hands through it.
As he walked First Beach, he slowed. He noticed a young girl, likely native american. She was quite attractive, and a small smirk pressed against his lips. He sauntered toward her, slowly, and then spoke softly, "Excuse me, miss, what would the beautiful woman’s name be?" He offered his most dazzling smile.