Swimming...after the parade.

Megan sat on the edge of the pool with her bare legs dangling in the cold water. She had been wandering around and found it. She had quickly changed into a swimming outfit-a tshirt and shorts made of swimsuit material with a seashell pattern over it-and with a wierd pair plastic things shaped like her eyes that apparently kept the water out of her eyes. Megan had abandoned them, on the floor by her, as her eyes worked perfectly fine underwater. Her long blond hair was in a loose ponytail and she gazed into the water.
“Oh Paul(the guys name), did you swim here too?” she murmured quietly as she gazed at her reflection.