“But one thing I beg of you, look on me as your friend; and if you want some help, advice, or simply want to open your heart to someone- not now, but when things are clearer in your heart- think of me.: He took her hand and kissed it. 'I shall be happy, if I am able...' Pierre was confused. 'Don't speak to me like that; I'm not worth it!' cried Natasha... 'Hush, hush your whole life lies before you,' he said to her. 'Before me! No! All is over for me,' she said, with shame and humiliation. 'All over?' he repeated. 'If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, best man in the world, and if I were free I would be on my knees this minute to beg for your hand and your love.”
“Good, It’ll be an experience to one day tell people about. Though just a warning apparently most people think it’s weird, and I still don’t get why.”
“Huh, I wonder why...” Fletcher flashed Carys a smile, chuckling. “But really... what should I expect.”
“Well then why don’t we just hit up one of those? It’ll be fun.”
“You know... it could be fun. I haven’t actually been to one so I have no idea what to expect. I was just told that if I do go, bring goggles or something.”
“You know the kind where we can both admire the fact that all the guys have six packs and there’s always a party going on.”
“I can appreciate that. Though I didn’t know if you were talking about a clothing optional beach or not, because I think that falls under “sexy beach” as well.”
“Burned through fossil fuels, released a lot of greenhouse gasses and haven’t taken care of the planet?” Brooks answered, “Unless that was a rhetorical question….I’m not really sure.”
“Ya know, you have a point. We pretty much asked for this.” Fletcher sighed, gazing up at the top of the nearest building. “Man’s ruin is ourselves.”
“It depends.  Is this a sexy people beach or is it a beach where everyone brings their annoying kids, because those are two completely different experiences.”
Fletcher chuckled as he looked at his phone, scrolling through his instagram feed. “Everyone’s on the beach getting burnt alive while we’re here, sweating our asses off onstage. I can’t decide which I’d rather do...”
It was hot and humid and Brooks’ hair was not built for either. She was an autopilot, trying to get to the theater, only half looking where she was going as she tried to get her hair off of her neck, and in the process whacking someone in the face with her hair.  “Oh no, I’m sorry,” she insisted, her eyes widening as she expected for them to yell.
Fletcher wasn’t exactly paying attention as he was walking to the theater, but it was New York, who was paying attention? With his face buried in his emails he didn’t notice the woman walking past him or the moment her hair flung around and smacked him in the fact.
Looking up in shock, he turned towards the girl. “Jesus, you’ve got some dangerous hair,” Fletcher said, smirking.