He was a man with a wooden cart and a blue awning.
[But there's nobody fitting that description in the direction she came. There is one small thing though: Her glass, still half full and sitting on a nearby beach where she had left it behind in the shock of her sudden change.
She picks up the glass, staring down into her reflection against the surface of the fruity drink. Instead of her own teal and purple eyes, the man's eyes stare back at her. She's actually starting to feel pretty bummed about this.]
I shouldn't have been so careless. I let my guard down.
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[But there's nobody fitting that description in the direction she came. There is one small thing though: Her glass, still half full and sitting on a nearby beach where she had left it behind in the shock of her sudden change.
She picks up the glass, staring down into her reflection against the surface of the fruity drink. Instead of her own teal and purple eyes, the man's eyes stare back at her. She's actually starting to feel pretty bummed about this.]
I shouldn't have been so careless. I let my guard down.