49 || [COBRA KAI]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟰

     The two found themselves by the outskirts of the car park by the beach's entrance, one of the last community hubs of that stretch of the beach. The men had stopped chasing them a while back, but with the adrenaline rush the two were on– they didn't stop.

     As the two stopped, hunched over with heaved breaths, Robby couldn't help but glance up at the distracted girl. Her long, brown hair was clinging down her shoulders, it's wet strands sticking to the sides of her arms and her down her back. She was simply dressed in her bathing suit, accents of smudged whipped cream coating her stomach and smudges of darkened chocolate smeared along her bronzed skin. He could make out the hues of a raspberry pink residue along her collarbone and flicked along her face, and the sand that remained sprinkled up her body.

     And he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, his lips trying to remain sealed to conceal his bemusement. The girl's eyes snapped up from her arched positions, her hands releasing themselves from her knees causing her to straighten herself, dusting the sand from her pasty palms. Adria raised a brow, watching Robby struggle to conceal his laugh– and to his misfortune, he miserably failed. His wide grin stretched across his tight face as he brushed a palm through his long hair and out of his face.

     "You look like a mess," Robby chuckled, a subtle hint of confusion flattering his freckled features, tilting his head to take in the sight. Adria's hands made it's way to her body, attempting to flick off the clumps of food she could onto the surface of the sand.

     "Stating the obvious there Swayze." The girl scoffed through furrowed brows, attempting to flick off a clump of cream. "I look like I just fell out of a cake."

     "Something like that," Robby's laughter filled the air, as he leaned his body against the railing of the carpark, ignoring the passerby's sparing them confused looks. The girl's face contorted at the ickiness coating her fingers, as she attempted to flick it off, before wiping it along the wooden railing. The smell of melting chocolate and the thick scent of dairy mixed in the salty air with the potent raspberry lemonade.

     Robby lifted himself from the railing, dusting his hands as he hesitantly reached out to move a strand of hair sticking to her collarbone. The touch was unexpected, a butterfly kiss gracing her skin as her breath hitched, causing her to peer up. His eyes were beautifully accentuated by the sun lowering in the horizon, a light bronze hue reflecting from his skin and tight cheek bones. His cerise lips were slightly parted, his eyes tracing her collarbone, before swallowing hard and averting his eyes to hers.

     The girl could feel her cheeks flush, her jaw tightening as she lowered her face down, fleeing herself from his captivating look. His fingers still lightly lingered by her, before reality interrupted his thoughts and pulled away, lightly rubbing the back of his neck, brushing a clammy hand through his long hair. The sun was beating onto them, sweat lightly glistening along the sharp bridge of his nose and along the surface of his forehead. Silence consumed the two.

     Say something, Adria inhaled sharply, her mind racing with various small talk starters to interrupt the consuming silence. She hated silence. She couldn't bear the notion of not saying anything. It was desolating. It was a stark reminder of her actual reality. That so much could be said, but is bargaining with consciousness to not be said a loud. What is he thinking?

     The girl felt her heart quicken as her teeth bit the inside of her cheek. Her thoughts swirled with various thoughts, thoughts of how to proceed, thoughts on how to break the gnawing silence eating her away. Robby's eyes were fixed on her, his green eyes flickering over her face and tracing across each of her tight features. The way her doe eyes were wide and quickly blinking, her nose and cheeks dusted in a perfect flatter of freckles, or how her bottom lip seemed to naturally pout. He could see the slight frown curved between her brows, the arched shapes pushing together in a subtle conflict as she avoided his gaze.