Narisha was waiting for me by the water. I spotted her first from behind. I wasn't completely certain it was her, as she was gazing out at the water, but her hip-length brown hair helped her stand out. It was luscious. She was wearing a revealing yellow bikini. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a white wrap with cherry blossoms on it. It was revealing enough, but she certainly had me beat in terms of hotness. I honestly didn't mind.

"Excuse me," I said, approaching the woman in the yellow bikini. "Are you Narisha?"

She turned around and smiled. I recognized her from her profile. "Yes. You must be Isabelle."

"Nice to meet you in real life," I said. I wasn't sure if I should shake her hand or not, so instead I just rubbed my arm awkwardly. She looked like a model. I could barely form thoughts, let alone words.

"Have you been here long?" she asked.

"No, I found you pretty quickly," I said, and without thinking added, "You stand out."

"Oh?" she inclined her head. "Do I?"

"Your bathing suit is really bright," I said, not wanting to point out that I could see most of her butt.

She smiled mischievously. "It's not because you can see my ass?"

I blushed. "Well, that might have something to do with it."

She posed for me. "Did I make a good impression?"

My God, she was forward. "Yes. You have a great body."

"Thank you," she said, facing me. I caught a few guys in the distance ogling her.

"But I already knew that based on your social media. You have so many stunning pictures up there."

"You know, you'd make a great model, too," she said.

"Me?" I asked, placing a hand on my chest, as if to hide myself from her. "I never considered modelling. I figured I was too short."

She shrugged. "You might be too short to do a catwalk, but you're pretty enough to do portraits."

"You know more about it than I do, so I'll trust you."

"I could even take your picture some time, if you'd like."

I don't know if it was the way she suggested it - with that smile of hers - or if it was the thought of having her look at me for an extended period of time - but it made me feel good.

"That'd be great," I said. "I don't know too many female photographers."

"There aren't many of us around," Narisha said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I noticed the sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked like she was a shining goddess in the light of the sun. "But I'd be glad to shoot you, when we're both free."

"Sure," I said, feeling dazed. I was amazed that a woman like her wanted to spend time making art of me.

"Let me show you the best spot," she said, taking my hand. "Come on!"

"Okay," I said, staring at our intertwined fingers. I had never held hands with someone within minutes of meeting them, but I really didn't mind. In fact, I'd be totally okay with more touching.

She guided me along the beach, past rows of lounging people on towels. Our feet splashed in the water.