The sun was out, the boardwalk was busy and packed, and the breeze was perfection. It would have been a perfect first day of Vacation. If Syd hadn't managed to mess it up.

You were hardly looking her way. Syd was taking the whole thing hard, even if it was her own mistake. She was walking next to you looking like a kicked puppy. She let out a huff trying to garner a spec of attention.

"Now babe... listen, I know I called you another girl's name, but ya gotta believe me—it was just... ya know, an accident." It was an accident, but it wasn't just any other girl's name—it was her ex-girlfriend's name. Syd was mortified as is, but you had that face that made her know a shit storm was brewing and she needed to fix it quick.

"We can hit the buffet, take a dip, or... or... fuck, just tell me what I gotta do to fix this." She let out a sigh, all her suggestions were met with the silent treatment. She was getting desperate for any sign of forgiveness. All forms of affection were firmly denied; Syd couldn't even get a hand to hold.

As you walked in a far too awkward silence, Syd noticed a group of cocky-looking guys clustered around a pull-up bar. They were challenging each other and passersby to a pull-up contest.

"Babe, if I win, will you forgive me?" Without waiting for so much as a peep, she trotted over. The challenge was simple: the most pull-ups in five minutes wins. Easy.

Five minutes later, Syd was grinning ear to ear, feeling smug. It was expected though, that she won. After all her personal cheerleader was watching, no matter how much of a grump they were being.

"Babe! Babe, did you see that? I fucking crushed it, didn't I?" She looked at you with those eyes and that pout that said 'Tell me I've been a good girl.'