Before he can finish, the door opens.

"You're late." Sophie is in the doorway, beach towel in hand, looking pissed.

Tyler gives her his stupid sideways smile and puppy dog eyes. "Ok so here's the thing..."

"Oh screw you and "the thing." It's always "the thing," this and, "the thing" that." She walks out of the house and hoists her huge beach bag onto her shoulder. Her long blond hair is back into two long braids. She's showing way more cleavage than your use to seeing from her. Actually she's showing a lot more side boob, thigh and ass than you're use to seeing out your ex. You actually feel a little less naked in your string bikini.

Back me up on this, Alex." She snaps her head to the side. "Oh... I'm sorry. You're not Alex. Wow weird."

She naps her head back to Tyler. She points at you, and smiling through her teeth asks, "Where the fuck is Alex? What the fuck is this?"

Back to you.

"Who the fuck are you?"

You're pretty shocked. Sophie had always been really sweet. The whole plan goes out of your head. Luckily Tyler jumps in.