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[A little bit before their designated... meeting time (date? What was a date, anyway? No way, Stephanie Brown did not DATE anymore. Too messy. This was just... a meeting. Yeah. ANWYAY...) Stephanie showed up in the Sunshine Room. She dropped her towel on the sand and proceeded to set it up so she could sit on it and not have a panic attack. That would be awkward.
Breathe. This was probably nothing. This was just a normal teenage thing. You remember what that's like, right?
... a normal teenage thing she spent an hour preparing for earlier in the week. She had considered getting a new swim suit that resembled a napkin with shoelaces attached, but ultimately settled for a more concealing top and bottom. Stephanie Brown was DONE trying to impress boys. Totally.
No need to impress. This was going to be chill. Like the water.
Stephanie fell back on her towel, looking up at the fake sky. And the fake clouds. Listening to the fake waves. All was good.
Was it too late to run back to her room and call in sick?]