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hazel always worked better when things were planned and organized. she was the type of person to make to-do lists and have planners filled with different colored tasks. spontaneous trips to who knows where–weren’t her thing. but pierre seemed excited about it and his energy was contagious. “definitely not something better, but I have work tomorrow.” she said. “private beach–that could be fun. stupid question, but what exactly makes it a private beach? like only certain people can go to it?”
work. he should’ve known she had a job. sometimes he forgets other people don’t have as free of a job and income as he does. he’s his own boss, he doesn’t have to go to work if he doesn’t want to. and right now he definitely doesn’t want to. “sucks to suck.” he’s teasing her. a goofy grin on his face. “uh no, it’s like owned by someone not the city, so they like make profit off of it usually by charging for entry, there’s normally other stuff there like water slides and pools and a restaurant with cabana boys.











