I have been working on this one this week, so thought I would post my Sunday Six from the current chapter in progress.
Daniel cringed at her pet name. Skip was short for Skipper--everything Ellie did or said had something to do with sailing--but Daniel still didn’t care for it. Whenever she used it, he had to remind himself why he couldn’t just change form and tell her his real name. The look on her round face when she’d seen him sitting at the breakfast table with her father told him everything he needed to know. She hated Daniel.
Not one to give in so easily, he propelled himself forward until he stood between her and the waves.