Bitch - the Arrival

Everyone noticed the Lamborghini as it pulled up, its fire-red front seamlessly blending into an orange hue at the rear. The car came to a stop, and out stepped a young man accompanied by a woman who was absolutely breathtaking. She seemed to capture the sun's rays, reflecting them in a way that made some swear they could taste the sweetness of caramel. A few recognized her as Kate Upton.

"No, it can't be," a partygoer muttered in disbelief.

The woman casually made her way to the front of the car and perched on the hood, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head. She motioned to her date with a playful wave of her finger. Before he could react, she pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss that left everyone watching in awe.

After sharing that intense moment, the pair walked hand in hand down to the beach.

As Walter and Peter made their way across the sand towards the beach, Walter spat into the sand. "Tic Tacs help, but you know brushing every day is the best way to have fresh breath, son."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to drag me into this."

Walter chuckled. "I could just leave your ass right here if you want."

Peter shook his head and spotted some friends in the distance. "I'll talk to you later, Walter. I can't handle you right now."

Walter snickered. "Pussy."

Peter walked away, sighing deeply as his date already veered off from the vision he had imagined.