It was a hot day in Mexico and the young couple had just emerged from their hotel after having sex for a good hour or two. They definitely looked as if they had been vacationing; their hair was golden and their legs bronzed from hours of sitting in the sun and stepping down the cobblestone streets that caught the boiling rays of day and steamed it up their calves and thighs. They held hands and walked through a market, keeping quiet as merchants heckled and haggled, throwing out shoes and bags from their hands into the eyesight of the wealthy looking passerby’s. The two made it down to the beach where they sat in their usual chairs, holding hands and talking about their future plans. Where would be next? Rome? Where else could they display their beauty? The place would need to have blue waters and friendly sun, enough blonde people to want you to be blonde, organic mohitos, quiet lunches, people who watch you, cocaine, and a Balenciaga store in case your pair of short shorts don’t suffice. South Africa seemed pretty cool. The girl had been in love with the boy for a good couple of weeks and she was excited to finally have him be hers. The boy really liked her because she reminded him of his ex girlfriend only she didn’t yell and she was prettier so it seemed like the best of both worlds. Everything seemed figured out except, of course, where they would be going next once they stepped off the sand. Well that’s not entirely true, the girl still wondered why he had to change his name once they left England and he couldn’t figure out why she talked in a baby voice every time she chatted up a server. Maybe they were both trying to be funny. After they watched the sun set he leaned over and kissed her thigh. She patted him on the head. A little girl ran up to them and offered a flower. They took it and laughed and waved her goodbye as she skipped away on the sand. After that solid day the two went back to their room and reminisced about that good day, that perfect day, that day that was building up to something.