[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Monday, August 21[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:21 PM | Corsair Cove[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney had to give the boy credit. He was trying his best not to stare at her chest, which instantly put him leagues above some of the other guys here. As she shook his hand, she could feel the calluses that one often got from hard work. That and his dialect meant he must come from the farm life. He probably played sports and was the town darling. Full ride scholarship, tons of girls worshiping him.

[color=A5E0B9][i]"No Whitney, stop it. This guy is actually nice. While it may be true, don't immediately write him off,"[/i][/color] Whitney chastised herself in her head. She had to stop doing that. Aiden seemed like a nice enough guy. She would give him the benefit of the doubt until he proved otherwise.

[color=A5E0B9]"I've lived in California my whole life, but we live about an hour from here. Haven't been to this city ever really, but I hear nice things. The sunset being one of them. I can't wait to see it and take a photo of it. I hope it's as beautiful as they say."[/color] Whitney realized she was sharing a bit too much with the handsome stranger she just met.

Before she could ask him a question, he nearly spurted out his drink before offering to get her something. She had to admit, that was kind of cute. He was definitely the farm boy, raised in a good home. Points to his parents for raising him right. While she was definitely for equal rights and he was not obligated to get her anything (she could get herself a drink if she so wanted), she would be lying if she said she didn't like it when a guy treated a girl right. [color=A5E0B9]"It's ok. You don't have to get me anything just because. I will take you up on your offer for some of that punch though. Just once glass though. I have a feeling it's spiked pretty heavily and I don't envision seeing myself get drunk before school even starts."[/color]