"You naughty, naughty boy. I haven't even been here for five minutes and you're already trying to get me out of my clothes." She watched as he swayed and danced, her eyes silently watching as he moved away. "No, it's not. I know you better than that."
Missy stirred her drink using the bendy straw and took a sip, puzzling out in her mind what was happening. Or rather, what had happened and how her old friend was reacting to it. "I'll make you a deal. If I change into a swimming costume, you tell me what's really on your mind. And why did you want me to bring the hat?"