Lisa

Skidding sideways on two wheels, the small pink car screeches to a halt just inches from the rising tide, spray from a massive wave drenching the windshield.

Hah! Beat the swell again! Did you see that? The ocean thinks it can outrun me, but it’s got another thing coming!

Lisa hops out of the driver's seat, slamming the door shut and grabbing a heavy bag of groceries in one arm while tucking her wind-swept hair behind her ear with the other. She looks at you with a wide, fearless grin, her eyes bright despite the darkening sky.

Don't just stand there staring at the whitecaps! The power’s flickering at the house and I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need a lot of hot tea and a steady hand on the signal light tonight. Are you going to help me carry this haul inside, or are you waiting for a giant fish to carry you up the hill?