The man rolled his eyes. Ace chuckled, shifting his weight to lean against one leg. "Semyon Mogilevich," he answered under his breath. Ace's smile dropped. "What the h*ll! Lacy doesn't owe him anything!" He exclaimed, frowning. "And last time I checked, you don't work for him."

Lacy stopped swimming backwards when beckoned her towards him. She chuckled to herself, keeping her lips sealed so she didn't suck in any water. When she slowed down, her long curls surrounded her head like mousy gold rays of sunlight. She decided that she would play along with his little antic, so she began towards him.