The Beach Bar, Asbury Park, NJ
From the oneword prompt, “pastime”
He was engaged in his favorite pastime when he first caught my eye. He had a drink in his hand and his toes in the sand and he was mumbling something about beautiful girls. When I got closer, I saw the drink was a margarita, saw him begin to lick some salt from the rim of the glass. But when he felt the heat of my stare, he froze, his tongue still out, his eyes rolled toward me, questioning. Less than a year later I left him in much the same position, his question answered.