Arden, with her hair pulled up into a ponytail and dressed in a tank top/shorts/flipflop ensemble, arrived at the beach. She still was wary of the water, but it was summertime, and she wanted to work on her tan, like a true girl. Smiling to herself, like she had a secret joke that she wasn't willing to share with anyone else, she walked onto the sand. She remembered to pull her flip-flops off before-hand, though---she hated the feeling of sand in her shoes.
She was in the process of spreading her towel on the ground (one of her favorite beach towels, a pink one with shells embroidered on the edges) when she spotted a girl sitting on the benches. Straightening her back and stretching, Arden cast another glance over at the girl, who looked famililiar....very familiar. Finally, it clicked in her mind. "Genna?" she called, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.