"Wow,look Sierra,that guy is fit,"my friend Tiffany brags. "Whatever Tiff,we came to the beach to chill not to talk about bloody boys,"I yell. "Hey,we were gonna sit there,"I stomp. "Well,aren't you a pretty lady,"the stranger says. "Oh please,can we sit here?"I ask with puppy eyes. "Sorry,walk quicker next time,"the one next to he hot one smirks. "Shut up Sammy,yeah sure you can sit here,"the hot one speaks. "Thank you,I'm Tiffany,"Tiff buts in. "Nate."he replies.