Drenched in sweat, Mike walked in with a smug face. Waving, he walked over to the pool table. Laying his backpack on the floor, he high-fived Mark, Paul, and Rud one at a time.
As always, they looked at him in jealousy. “Woah, you smell of sand and water. Where?” Rud asked passing him a beer.
“Oh, just a small hike,” Mike took a large swig before adding, “32 miles.”
The others looked inspired, and he cherished each second. Rud whistled. “Wow, man. Hiking, swimming, bushwalking—what a life!”
Mike smiled. All thanks to the girl down at the fragrance store.