Miss (she teases you).

The dark-haired girl looks you over, gives you a small smile, and motions to one of the empty chairs. "I'm Joe," you offer.

"Faizoureh." She sips her drink. She's really classy-looking, her pale, tailored linen dress complementing her deeply tanned skin. With those big aviator shades, you can't really read her expression.

"So, you're not into volleyball? Must be kind of boring to just watch."

"Oh no," Faizoureh says, "I like to watch." That little half-smile again, but you wish you could see her eyes.

"So, you girls go to school around here?"

Faizourheh nods, sipping her drink. She uncrosses her long, tanned legs, and recrosses them. You try not to stare. "We all live together in a big sorority house near the beach. It's really fun living with all these other girls. We're all really close. We share everything. Do everything together."

You take a swallow of your drink, glancing at the other 4 girls. "That does sound like fun."

Faizoureh shrugs, "It's not all fun of course. The house gets pretty crowded. There's only the one shower. It's really big, but still, we're always having to shower together, 2 or 3 at a time."

That little half-smile. Is she serious? Is she putting you on? You can't tell.

"We don't even have enough beds to go around," Faizoureh continues, "so we have to share beds too. We take turns sleeping together, so we don't get bored sleeping wit the same girl all the time."

You're sweating. "Hot out tonight," you stammer.

"Yeah it is," Faizoureh agrees, unbuttoning the top button of her dress. She takes an icecube from her glass, sucks it between her red lips, and runs in along her neck and collar bones. "Really hot."