Getting Details

Matt was flummoxed. Where had that come from? Was the sun, heat, and all the insanity getting to him?

Marcus's mouth broke into a bright, reassuring smile. "Sure. Why don't we meet for lunch, I can tell you the whole Marcus story?"

Matt took a breath, this had to come out right. "Thanks, it sounds great b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶." Agh, why did it feel his voice froze at just the wrong moment.

"Brilliant! There's a place called La Flotilla nearby. Not too expensive but still good quality."

Matt struggled, he didn't want to stand the guy up but if Marcus thought he had a date in the pocket he might leave him be for now. Maybe be noncommital? "I'm sure it is."

"You know where it is?"

"Ummmm...."

"Here, I can put it into your phone if you give it to me." As if on cue, a chime came from the red purse. "Oh", Marcus glanced towards the purse and found he had a direct view the the phone's display, his brow furrowed as its contents grabbed his attention. "Your phone... says its already noted the location of La Flotilla. That's... some out there tech."

"You have no idea, it tries to be one step ahead of everything."

"Well... do I need to ask it if one thirty is a good time to meet." A chime again. "Whoa, it says you're available! And my number is..." he listed out his phone number and on finishing it another chime came out. "Brilliant, it's even got my name down, this is advanced stuff!"

In practical shock Matt watched all of this. The stranger who had had his hands all over his back moments ago now seemed to be able to operate Matt's phone better then Matt himself. He was practically laughing at how cool the phone was, not even realising how terrible wrong it could go with the wrong data. Soon he confirmed that the phone was settled on the details and returned his attention to the beauty on the pink towel.

"Well, I don't think you'll have any problem getting there. Your phone has it well in hand."

"You won't believe what it can do." Once again, an angry tone came out suggestive.

"Well you can tell me over lunch." Reaching down, Marcus mercifully reattached the bra. Instantly Matt turned around and got up into a sitting position, intending to face Marcus properly, yet effortlessly finding himself in a coy seating position. "Here you go", Marcus quickly leaned forward to give Matt the sun cream bottle, and then backed up to give Matt space. The guy didn't seem the worst, sure was quick to make the acquaintance of a hot girl on a beach, but he was respectful and helpful at all points. And his hands would be something not soon forgotten... In any event, Matt would feel bad standing him up. Thankfully, Marcus was doing the exact thing Matt wanted him to do right now, and walking away. "Okay, I've actually got a workout session I'm already late for. I've already got your back, so I'm sure you'll be able to manage the rest easily."

With a smirk, Matt waved the sun cream bottle. He didn't trust a vocal reply just yet.

"See you later," and with a wave Marcus walked in the direction of the gym.

Courtship successful. Future meeting arranged. Goal achieved. Would you like to hear more?

Matt could barely hear the voice and wanted it to stay that way. So instead of responding, he opened the sun cream bottle and squirted some more into his hand. As he tried to get to work on his right leg (attracting some more attention), the AI spoke up in its low voice.

SynthSkin's advanced photo adaption systems mean that you never need to apply sunscreen.

Matt's jaw dropped! "Now you £&#$ing tell me!"