Chasing Chance
Chance sat on the sand watching the three, sure that the two females were underage.
Chance raised his knees to his chest, enjoying the picturesque view. The turquoise waters, the white sand and clear blue skies. He thought nothing could ruin this day for him, until someone shouted a name.
"Donovan!'' The person with a thick accent shouted again.
Chance jumped to his feet, looked around, then breath a sigh of relief after seeing that the Donovan he knew differed from the extra pale man that was holding a metal detector in one hand and a drink in the other.
Chance jumped when he felt someone touch his shoulder.
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