DAVESPRITE:: Hovering just over the edge of the water, he heads down the beach, tossing rocks into the gentle waves. His shades shine with the sun's light, though his face is much less sunny, if only for his strict lack of expression. It's no accident when he happens upon her, though he plays it off like a coincidence. Coolkids don't seek out Harleys. "Oh, hey Jade. 'Sup?"








