The girls lined the edges of the pool and Gil stood behind them, a towel draped around his skinny neck. The boys splashed in the blue, sun-sparkled water that rocked like a drunk leaning against a brick wall.
Occasionally, one of the more muscular boys would grab a girl’s ankle and playfully try to yank her in to the revelry. The girl would shoo him away, then go back to giggling with her friends or, if she didn’t like him, act annoyed that it even happened.
From across the pool, Oscar shouted, “Jump on in, bro! Let’s party!”
That was all Gil needed. Soon after, he introduced himself to a girl. She smiled and said hello.