"I'm Harry by the way." He says to me as he lets me into the hotel room he was staying in.
"I knew you weren't from around here." I mutter to myself.
"You know, most girls would be begging for a picture with me by now."
"Why would I want a picture with you? Oh, you're from that band, right?"
"Yeah! I hate them."
"Why? I hear the one with curly hair is totally hot."
"And I hear he's totally not. Besides, love songs aren't really my thing."
"Love songs? Do I look like someone from STR?"
"Don't answer that question. But we came here to get you cleaned up, the washroom's over there." He said to me. I nodded and went inside. I cleaned the sticky pineapple/coconut substance off my cover-up. What? After work, I sun tan or get in the water. I work at a beach, for goodness sake! Once it was all off, I exited the bathroom.
"Well, I can take you back to your job now."
"Eh. I've already been gone a while; they'll know I had somewhere to go."
"Then where do you wanna go?"
"You can drop me at my house." I said to Harry.
"Why can't I stay?" He asks once we pull into the driveway.
"Sorry," I made a fake pouty face, "but my mom says I'm not allowed to invite strangers over."
"We're not strangers!" He protests.
"You don't even know my name."