Tom was twenty years old with sandy brown hair and light blue eyes. He was five-foot-nine and skinny. Tom wore thin-rimmed glasses so that he could see. Without them everything was a blur. Tom was very happy that day as he drove to the beach. It was ninety degrees outside, and he was wearing a tank top and a pair of blue swimming trunks with brown sandals. He had been invited to the beach by his girlfriend's parents, which surprised him. For the past six months they had hardly spoken to him, so he assumed they didn't like him very much.
Tom's girlfriend Tasha was much shorter than he was and had short, curly brown hair. Her dark brown eyes were what Tom loved the most about her. When Tom pulled up to her house, he couldn't help but smile, seeing her waiting on the porch for him. Just as skinny as he was, she was wearing a beach skirt tied at her hips with a purple bikini bottom underneath and a matching top.