Gaston was there, wearing yellow board shorts and sunglasses, talking with some other blonde girl. He was trying to be chilverous by volunteering to apply her sunscreen, but all he got was a slap in face for his offer. These other world chicks are so touchy.
He walked away rubbing his cheek when he noticed her. Gaston smiled as his eyes slid up her body, lingering on her chest, to her face. This may not be a waste of his time after all.
"Miss Lauren," he greeted her politely. "I am Gaston. Pleasure to meet you."