Dixie was running in the beach as the sunrise began to show its presence throughout the beach. This is what Dixie enjoys—it's therapeutic for her by the way, which is a bonus for her. While enjoying her run, she has many things that are crossing her mind. Her main thought—should she do it? Should she go after her dream of becoming a paralegal? Why not? Being a massage therapist isn't giving her that satisfaction—she desires that satisfaction. She wants to be able to say that she chased her dream, but what was holding her back? Is it a stubborn relative? Her parents don't care what she does, it just has to pay well and provide a roof under her head. Is it a concern boyfriend? She's been single for as long as she can remember. Are they those fears that she could fail, while trying to reach that dream? Ding, ding, we have a winner.

Dixie stopped running as soon as she returned to her beach house that she had rented for two weeks. She was taking a vacation from her job as a massage therapist. Mostly, she needed the time to recollect her thoughts and make a decision of weather she should pursue her dream of becoming a paralegal. She went to take a shower and change into her nice, clean beach clothes. She then approached her nightstand and opened the drawer—there it was, a necklace, but it wasn't just an ordinary necklace. It was her favorite piece of jewelry. It was a key necklace with a pink pearl inside. She got it when she visited her mom and aunt. It was the most significant piece of jewelry that she owned. She placed it around her neck, where it lied nicely on her chest. Lastly, she took her beach bag and walked out the door.

She went for breakfast in a small restaurant that was located near the beach. She loved it because it possessed this beachy vibe, which she loved because it was so soothing and relaxing—she's on damn vacation for crying out loud, she's supposed to be relaxing! She found a seat and as soon as she was settled, she began to look at the menu that the waiter had given her.

"What to decide! It seems like you're deciding a lot lately, Dixie." she began to talk to herself as her eyes darted from section to section of the menu.

"I know right? All the food looks delicious."

Dixie turned her attention right behind her to a man with a tan complexion, a muscular build with blue eyes and a handsome smile. She had never seen the man in her entire life and he randomly talks to her?

Dixie puts on a smile, trying to hide the awkwardness between them as she shifted herself in a position, where she can talk to him. She grabbed her menu and looked at it again. "Yeah, so many delicious food." she agreed and continued to look at the menu.

"I'm just about to order a bunch of random things to avoid having to make a decision." he chuckled. Dixie was unsure if he as joking or actually serious. If this guy were to order everything in this menu, it would be impossible for him to finish all of it.

"You can't finish all of the food, you know?" Dixie tried to make the guy think realistically.

"Probably not, would you like to join me?" he asked her. Did he actually ask her to eat breakfast with him? Dixie didn't even know his name—she knew nothing of this guy. The only thing that she knew about him was that he couldn't make a decision either.

"You're joking?" Dixie busted out laughing. But this guy wasn't laughing along with her. When she realized that this guy wasn't laughing along with her, she stopped laughing and went back to being serious." I mean, I don't even know your name."

"Well I'm Ted." He extended his hand, waiting for her to shake it.

"I'm Dixie." she accepted his handshake and smiled.

Ted smiled back. "Now that we know each other's names, what about that breakfast?"

Dixie giggled. There was no doubt that Ted was cute, but he could also be one of those guys that acts like a gentleman, just to get the woman to have sex with him. Dixie had a choice—gosh, why must she decide on everything? Accept his invitation or decline and go her own way.

"Alright, Ted. I'll join you because you can't eat all that food yourself." she agreed as she moved her chair right next to Ted's.

Dixie wasn't going to lie. Breakfast with Ted was amazing and strangely, she kinda felt upset when it was over. If she could, she would have loved to talk to Ted all day to see where their conversations would lead them to.

She was now sitting on a bench on the boardwalk, just thinking over her decision of if she should go after her dream. The wind blew her hair back as the sun reflected on her tan skin.

"Hey Dixie, why are you here alone?

Dixie looked up to find the same man that had invited her to have breakfast with him—she was looking at Ted. She thought the chances of her running into Ted were low, but she was happy to see him.

"I'm on vacation. What are you doing here?" she threw his question back at him, a grin on her face.

Ted grins right back at her. "I live around here. I'm shocked to see a woman like you alone." he takes a seat next to her on the bench.

"What woman am I?" Dixie asked, curiously. She wanted to know what kind of woman, Ted thought of her as.

"Oh Dixie, like you don't already know." Ted joked. He assumed that Dixie already knew what men thought of her. Ted thought of Dixie as a beautiful and attractive woman.

"I have no clue." she admitted. "I don't get complimented much." Dixie admitted, which shocked Ted.

"Really? I assumed a woman like you gets men thrown at her a lot."

Dixie raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect Ted's response to be that. It kinda flatters her that Ted might think of her as attractive.

"Nope, I'm still single. Just got me and a giant decision in my hands." she noted.

"What decision?" Ted asked, curiously. This girl hasn't bored him yet—he has engaged himself in a conversation with this woman. Dixie fascinates him and doesn't know why.

Dixie looked at Ted. He actually wanted to know all about her big decision? She was surprised as she tried to find where to begin her long explanation.

This is the first part of a two-shot of Ted Dibiase. What did you think?