You call Brian on the phone and hope he's kind enough to give you a ride to the beach, you two aren't the best of friends, yet he doesn't hate you.
"Hello?" asks Brian from the other end.
"Hey Brian," you say," It's (IYNH), are you going to the beach today?"
"Unfortunately not," Brian says," Why?"
"I wanted to go to the beach and you're usually down there so I was looking for a ride down," you tell Brian.
"I see, well I'm off to work in 10 minutes, I could drop you off close," Brian says.
"Beats a 25 minute walk," you say with a light laugh," I'll be ready when you come."
"You better be," Brian warns," if you're not out of that house 5 seconds after I pull in then you're not getting a ride."
"I'll be waiting," you say and once again thank him.
You quickly race upstairs and put on your swim trunks and grab a towel from the closet and grab your backpack and put the Wishing Powder, the towel, some sunscreen and a water bottle. You quickly race downstairs and get into your sandals.
As soon as your sandals are on you hear a car pull into the driveway and you look outside to see that Brian has arrived. You open the door and jump outside and quickly lock the door behind you.
You head towards Brian's car and get into the passenger side of the car. Once you're seated you look over to see Brian, he welcomes you with a smile and says," Hey man. Nice day for the beach."
"Yeah," you nod," too bad you gotta work."
"It's a living," Brian jokes and pulls out of the drive way, Brian looks pretty muscular and is like a smaller version of Sean, but nicer. "Besides, I'll go swimming this evening after work."
"That's always fun too," you add.
As Brian is driving you down you wonder if you should use the Wishing Powder on him, or not...