Good Enough!
(Nick kicks open the recently unlocked door with a gentle ease, carrying 8 luggage peices to Sara's one. Nick flops down all of the bags, Sara smirks at him)
Sara: Nick, I didn't ask you to carry my things in.
Nick: (flustered and winded) No problem. Really.
Sara: Okay... (Draws in a deep breath as she gazes into the quiant, well furnished cottage on the shores of a practically untouched beach in San Diego) Wow, when you said we would go halfsies on a beachhouse for a week and a half..I didn't expect it to be so... beautiful.
Nick: Well...my dad has a friend on the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals, so we're renting it out for a price that even people with salaries like
ours can afford.
Sara
Smiles) Well, I've been waiting to get out of the car and onto the beach since 5 AM this morning (Shoots him a mock-crabby look, Nick looks at her boyishly).
Nick: Look, it isn't my fault we had to leave extremely early, blame it on geography!
Sara: Well, either way, I'm getting in the water
now ! I wonder if there are towels upstairs....
(Sara drops the duffel bag she was carrying and begins to tug at the hem of her t-shirt while climbing up the stairs to the master bathroom, pulling it over her head halfway up the stars and revealing a black bikini. Nick silently, if guiltily, looks over Sara's body, intrigued at the least amount of clothes he's ever seen her wear EVER. Sara disappears from view)
Sara: (Yells from upstairs in the master bedroom) Um, Nick? We have kind of a problem.
Nick: (Sighs, yelling back) What?
Sara: (Appears back at the top of the stairs) We only have one bed.