Amber is the Color of

A stranger on the beach asks Dragona to give him a surfing lesson.*“You looked pretty good out there.”“Thanks,” Dragona squinted up at him against the sun. Was he hitting on him? Had he made the obvious mistake, from a distance, of assuming he was a she? Dragona didn’t care, and didn’t intend on enlightening the guy any. He decided to go ahead and spark that joint, taking a long drag.The guy still hadn’t moved. Instead, he’d crossed his arms over his bare chest and was looking out at the water.“Hundred bucks?” The guy suddenly said.Dragona coughed, pounding his chest. “’Scuse me?” he finally gasped out, face twisting indignantly.“You know. For a lesson. What did you think I meant?” He was drumming his fingers against his forearms impatiently. “Wouldn’t a hundred dollars be fair?”