Brooklyn was snapped out of her daze. A boy, dripping wet, was walking toward her. "Oh whoa, sorry!" She apologised, not knowing exactly what she just did, but having a strong suspicion. "I kind of.. didn't see you there.." She knew that she had most likely dumped some water on him, by accident.
"I'll get it off for you," she offered, flicking her hand, causing the seawater to discrete from the boy's clothes and drop to the sandy ground beneath him, rectifying her error and leaving him completely dry.