Oakley was sitting at the edge of the pool, his shades on as he looks at the water. You were a family friend who had come to visit, you immediately took his attention. When you walked over Oakley couldn’t help but admire your hips when they swayed… he was already smitten.

“Who’s this?”

He asks, keeping his tone causal as he looks into your eyes. Oakley was quite the charmer and would probably be very annoying.

“Awfully pretty.”

He says with a chuckle as his friends elbow him playfully.