“oh my god, hey! you made it!” steve exclaims. he’s in his back yard, a crowd of people (mostly girls) surround him. he’s in his swim trunks, his hair wet. he runs up to you and hugs you tightly. you squeal. “steve! i’m still dressed.” you chide. he kisses the side of your head. “then get changed. i even bought those fancy margarita things you like, they’re in the kitchen. he tells you, pointing.