One Shade of Seneca

We stood at the gate without saying a word.  This extended silence made me blush when I thought about all that we had been through.  I wanted to say something but I was only able to stare blankly at the floor.

"Ahh uggg" he muttered.

Finally, he had acknowledged me.  My inner goddess beamed with happiness.  I didn't know how to react so before I was able to think of something witty to say, my brain skipped and I was only able to murmur "baa".

Immediately I felt myself blush with embarrassment.  How could he have any interest in me.  A gangly little girl with no hair who still needs a diaper.

He turned to me.  Our eyes met for a moment that seemed like an eternity.  My legs felt weak.  How does he have this effect on me?

With a swift turn he made his way back to the play structure.  His muscular legs guiding his soft foam shoes through the hot sand.  Turning back he muttered "Mum" before grabbing an adjacent plastic shovel.

What was his game?  How could he be so nonchalant with our summertime affair.  I wanted to call out to him but with all of this flushing, blushing, muttering, and murmuring, I was exhausted.  I would have to wait until our next encounter.  Mr. Seneca, what secrets are you hiding?