"This is lovely. I have always visioned walking on the beach barefoot, running my feet through the sand feeling the water rush over my feet." Sandra admitted not realizing that at the moment they weren't near the water yet.
"I guess we will have to do that." He said taking her hand and leading her to the water.
Once there they walked hand in hand as the wind blew through their hair and the heat from blushing rushed to her face. He was holding her hand. Her visions surfaced with a little push from her words but she didn't share the rest of the vision of holding hands with the man of her dreams while doing so. That happened on it's own. Had to be fate.
"Owe" Sandra screamed loudly.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked in terror realizing something happened.
Sandra lifted her foot out of the water and when she did blood dripped profusely from it. " I stepped on something."
Before she knew it, he picked her up and walked in a few feet from the water sitting her down on a safe spot on the beach. "Let me see."
There was a lot of blood and it wouldn't stop. He reached in his pants pocket to find something but couldn't so he took off his shirt, wiping off the sand and blood he wrapped her foot up in the shirt.