Baldy

There's something exotic about Baldy that's started a fire in my imagination, among other places. Looking towards him, I smile and touch his shoulder "You don't need to worry about meeting them though, darling."

I give him a wink to which he smiles. "Sure."

"What's your name?" There's bit of an odd cadence to how he speaks, telling me his English isn't great. Not that it matters.

"Vinícius."

"I'm Morgan."

"Nice to meet you."

"So where you from?"

"Brazil."

"Ohh... And what brings you here?"

"Surf competition."

"Oh okay. How's that going for you?"

"Tomorrow."

"Ah."

"So what about you?"

"Well, my friend..." I look around for Patrica, but I'm unable to find her, "Is getting married."

"Oh cool. So what about you?"

"She's taken sorry." Sandy interjects.

"Excuse me." I gasp, to which Sandy chuckles.

"No need to fight ladies. I can handle you both." Vinícius then flexes his muscles.

In response, I fall into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh my God... You're confident."

"Of course."

I turn to Sandy, who's cheeks have gone bright red. "What do you think?"

"Uhh..."

"C'mon, you said you wanted a foreign guy tonight." I mean not exactly.

"Fuck it, why not."

"That is the spirit." Vinícius states.

I say a quick goodbye to the rest of the girls, before following Vinícius and Sandy outside, making sure they don't leave me behind.