Apologize for the length, but working on my general writing ability, and some short stories aren't going to be all that short.
A Girl, A Sketchbook, and Judging Ficus
Walking down with his friend through the dry park, the sound of the waves crescendo with each step, louder and louder. No hint of anger in their tumbles with the shore. “….there's a little corner spot on the bar, and don't worry if Manny doesn't seem to like you. He's just having difficulty keeping up with the new drinks so we put him off Friday front duty and over to the side. Plenty of space to work and eat though.” Mark added, “ he'll just seem a bit gruff.”