Snippet #1907900

"Yes Mom," Nick sighed as he approached the dock. He had his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder and his hands holding his bags. "You better be good, and I do not want any grandchildren when you come back, do you hear me Nicholas?" Nick chuckled as he approached the front desk. He loved his mother to death, but sometimes she just went a little overboard. "I hear you," he smiled charmingly at the receptionist.
"Name?"
"Nick Flynn," the receptionist handed him his keys and with a small thank you, he headed towards where he was told. "-- and don't even think about calling me to bail you out again. One time Nicholas, one time." Again, Nick chuckled as he caught the end of his mothers rant. He unlocked his room and threw his stuff in, not even bothering to look before closing it and heading upstairs. He'll deal with it later. "I said I'm sorry about that, Ma. It was an -- shit." Using his quick reflexes, Nick ducked behind some beach chairs as he saw a familiar face.
"It can't be her," he mumbled to himself as he peaked over, not even listening to his mother's scolding. Hoping, desperately that it was a dream, he looked over and swore again as he saw his ex, Reagan Corbin.