Eligible Bachelors

Fiddling with the phone was too much of a pain with the nails. While he was able to open the settings, the little checkmarks and sliders were too small on the tiny, girly phone for him to accurately move around. When the surfer approaches, Matt's finger accidentally changes a setting, though he's quick to hit the 'home' button to hide what he was doing as he tries to shoo the surfer away. There's a sigh of relief as the gangly, younger man finally decides to get back to surfing.

The lower chime as Matt watches him turn back and sneak a couple more looks before heading back to the water. "Readings show a [73%] match rate based on interpreted criteria," the quieter voice says. "He was incredibly aroused from looking at you," it adds, turning Matt's gorgeous face red briefly as he quickly lets out an exasperated sigh and curses under his breath in Vanessa's voice. What has he gotten himself into?

It wasn't so much the eligibility that it was displaying more than the AI calling out the arousal of each one his eyes managed to glance on, however briefly. "This man is staring at your breasts," it says. "His arousal has increased significantly. It is likely he would like to have intercourse," it says, repeating this statement several times in different ways until Matt forces himself to stare upwards at the clear, blue sky. Even then, the AI regularly reads out the number of men in Matt's immediate area; a number that steadily increases over the first few minutes of his 'sunbathing.'

When he turns to find a shadow looming over him, Matt's eyes flutter and then go wide, the chiseled form of the dark-skinned, statuesque body boldly outlined in the scanner. Matt means to say something but with the AI suddenly piping up in his ear, he's interrupted. "Oh— Uhm—" he stammers, looking flustered at the sudden appearance even though it's more towards the fact that he can't get the voice out of his head:

"Readings show a [93%] match rate based on interpreted criteria."

Matt finds himself having to listen to both the hunk and the AI at the same time, though he doesn't want to seem conspicuous and tries to wait them both out before saying anything, not wanting to fumble his words or mix up who he's talking to. However, the waiting make sit seem like he's staring and shy, unlike how he was able to tell off the surfer just moments ago. When he finally gets around to replying, the man is already saying something else, and it's hard for him to argue the point: It's not really sunbathing if he's blocking the sun.

Plush lips curl into an expression of embarrassment; something very genuine born both of the lack of logic behind what he was doing and the fact that the masculine specimen in front of him is watching his every move as he removes what little coverings he had available. The mood changes slightly when the man helps him with the menacing high heels that he had been **** to endure on the walk over. He lets out a genuine sigh of relief, though it might sound a bit more satisfying than he means it to in the ears of the stranger.

Trying to make small talk to stop the awkwardness, it comes up almost immediately that Matt hadn't put on any sunscreen. "Oh," he pauses, biting his lower lip, embarrassed again. He probably looks really stupid at this point, and that pretty body wilts vulnerably just as the AI pipes in again. "Match criteria shows that this man is a [strong] match for your tastes. It is recommended that you flirt to show your interest."

Matt turns red again with embarrassment. "I can't do that!..." he blurts out, eyes fluttering as he realizes what he had just said.

"Oh, you can't reach?" replies the dulcet, rumbling tone of the far-more-masculine man's voice. "Here, I can help..." he says, already dipping into Matt's purse to find that the AI had put sunscreen in it.

"O-oh, no, that's OK..." he says, legs curling in defensively, though he accidentally strikes a very pretty pose. It's hard to say if it was the AI sculping his movements or not, but it draws a warm smile from the unnamed hunk.

"Stop playing so coy. You can't be out in the sun without it. You'll burn up."