Veronica laughs, rolling her eyes. It's just like a teenage boy to make a mess and then apologize.

Scratch that. Half the guys she knows don't think to apologize, so he's already one up. And it doesn't hurt that he's cute and she recognizes him — from the sleepover at Ellie's, she's pretty sure.

"It's fine," she says, propping herself up where she's been lying back and sunbathing. "Actually, it felt good. Maybe it's time I got in the water."