The woman had two enormous dogs lying in front of her. They were of no race known to him, in fact he had never seen anything like them. One was black and one was white. They were of equal size, but the black had a longer snout, and the white was heavier, more muscular. The woman was adorable. Dark haired with a large nose, a slender upper body with small breasts and beautiful, dark brown eyes. She was dressed in an elegant, black suit with wide trousers and a white shirt with no visible buttons. Probably not here on business. She was reading a book.
He moved casually closer. The dogs ignored him, and when he stood right before her he said, "It is hot today, don't you think?"
The woman looked up slightly bewildered as if she hadn't heard what he'd said. From her answer he could deduct that she probably hadn't. "They are called Sorrow and Anger." She smiled apologetically, "strange names I know. Everybody asks me about them." She put a hand on the white dogs head. "I used to call them Etah and Areg, but every time I feed them I feel anger and sorrow." She looked at him intensely, and her beauty struck him like a giant wave. He felt like a child again with his feet in the sea after one of the summer storms. "I have tried only to feed Sorrow, and all I felt was Sorrow. The same with Anger. It is strange, I know. The one I feed the most dominates my mood."
He was taken aback by her, and he forgot all the usual, cautious ways he had when he talked to people for the first time. "Can I invite you out for dinner this evening?"
She had seemed so lost, but now she smiled. "I would love to, yes. This beach town is awfully dull, isn't it? May I ask your name?"