Sorry, man. You can try your hardest, but there’s no way you’re going to throw off my groove.

“Sorry...who are you?” people on this island were far too friendly, he mused.

“Don’t think I asked you to join me.” He moved his newspaper, eyes briefly glancing at the person invading his space. Someone who looked almost half his age, Jesus. Wasn’t there a beach or something nearby she could go to instead of bothering him. While he waited for his lunch. Alone. “What do you want?”

maya didn’t hesitate to loosely put a hand on a stranger’s shoulder as they began strolling past, giving them an appraising look before breaking into a smile and grabbing a piece of cloth from the table she had taken over and holding it up next to their face. “this color would look so good on you, it really makes your eyes pop.”

Caught between the points of slightly outraged at being stopped and slightly insulted at the color choice, Lucas looked disbelievingly at the girl. “Wha-- is that peach?”

“Sorry-- not a local. I get mine from the complimentary coffee pot in the hotel lobby. It’s terrible, to be honest.”