teleporation

In a flash, you were both at the beach. People were packing up to leave, and lifeguards were roaming the beach in four-wheelers checking the scene.

You two find a nice spot at the foot the dunes. Eva leans up against you, and you put you arm around her.

The beach clears, and the sun starts to set.

It's a nearly perfect scene. That is it was until you hear some cursing and laughing. You and Eva look over and see six teenagers stomping through the dunes. They are wearing jeans and t-shirts under either denim or leather jackets. They are all smoking cigarettes.

"Way to kill the mood, losers," you say.