Lucas was thankful for the sunglasses. The sun reflected off of the shiny aviators as he reclined on the pool chair. He watched as two of his neighbors walked past. The two girls five doors down from his, living off their parents' money no doubt, chatted with one another as they looked for a good spot to lay out and tan. Though Sandra, the taller full-figured brunette, had initially drawn his eye upon moving in, he hadn't quite conquered that mountain yet. Janine, the green-eyed blonde, however he'd gotten to know really well a few days ago. Fighting to suppress a smirk, Lucas pulled his attention from the passing female forms in bikinis back to the book in front of him. He loved Miami.

He couldn't thank Jason, an old friend from elementary school, enough for the opportunity. Ever since they'd become friends, Jason had been supporting him in everything. Though it wasn't often that Lucas doubted his direction in life, Jason was the first one outside of his family who he could talk to. Though they'd had less contact with each other ever since they went to separate colleges, they always made some time to catch up. Now there was this. The best act of friendship. Though it was a little bit difficult fitting in with the rest of Jason's college crew at first, he was starting to find his place. He had set up as a freelance writer for now, until he could find a more permanent institution to work for. He has just finished up his first proposal today, ready to be delivered to the grantor in person the next day. In order to relax before the appearance, he'd given himself the rest of the day off at the pool.

He checked his phone, noting that it was about the time for everyone to get home. He closed his book and stood up, drops of water form his still wet shorts falling onto the concrete. He pulled his blue tank back over his head and slipped his flip flops back onto his feet. Tossing his towel over his shoulder, he began walking towards the gate, past the girls reclining. He gave them a smile and quick greeting, pleased to get a smile in return. 

The sound of his flip flops slapping the floor echoed as he approached the door to the apartment. He walked through the already open door to find Holden leaning against the counter with an open bottle next to him.

"Uh everything all right, man?" he asked, not sure what to make of this. He walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a pitcher of lemonade. He walked over the counter and poured himself a glass. Not expecting to get an answer from Holden just then he just continued, "We getting started early today then?" He laughed a bit and took a drink from his cup.