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You can bring the girls
Sunflower
Ohhh, so that’s why you really need me. For recruiting more tits to your sausage fest. ??
Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult for you if you knew how to use your hands
Me
One of these days I'll show you exactly how good I am with my hands
And tits is always a bonus… but that’s not why I’m inviting you
Sunflower
I’ll take your word for it… And fine, we’ll come.
Will you pick us up? I hate getting sand in my car
Me
Sure
Sunflower
I have a photoshoot on campus tomorrow but I’m done at 10
Me
I’ll pick you up when it’s done, just let me know where. Then we’ll get Sage & Charlie
Sunflower
Fine Arts building
Me
Okay. Wear green, it brings out your eyes
I pull my attention away from the phone. “Alright, the girls are in.”
“Awesome,” Julian says, slapping my shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah. You owe me one.”
“Take a number,” Noah shouts from the couch.
* * *
Sophia exits the Fine Arts building clad in her usual uniform of denim shorts and a cropped graphic tee that reads “Yeah Buoy” with a lighthouse on it. The green strings of her bikini top are poking out near her neck, and I smirk, pleased she listened to my request.
“Hey there, Summers,” I say, grabbing her attention.
Her head whips to me, and she beams with soft eyes. “You didn’t have to walk me. I could’ve met you at your car.”
“Well, I wanted to.” I hold out the iced black coffee I picked up for her. “And I thought you’d want this as quickly as possible after all your hard work.”
She snatches it and takes a long sip before narrowing her eyes at me. “Is this hazelnut flavor?”
