"Hey Jules! What's up?" Shawn asked, approaching her seat at the bar.
"Just drinking a Tropicana Splasher."
"With no mini umbrella?"
She shrugged. "They ran out."
Shawn thought for a moment, then smiled. He jumped the counter, ran into the storeroom, and came out with a hot pink mini umbrella. "Trade secret; they never run out of the mini umbrellas."
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"Hey Jules; catch!" Shawn threw her a parasol.
"Exactly what I needed! Thanks!"
"No problem."
"Now my southern belle costume is sure to win first place!"
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Juliet sighed and kicked the piece of crap umbrella she spent $15 on. "Stupid umbrella."
Shawn approached her spot in the sand with two smoothies. "Umbrella malfunction?"
Juliet nodded. "I can't get it to stay up."
"Here, I have an idea." Shawn walked down the beach, borrowed a bucket from a kid building a castle, walked down to the ocean, and scooped up a bucketful of water. After he poured some onto the sand, the umbrella stayed perfectly upright. "Better?"
She nodded. "Much."
He smiled as he sat down next to her on her towel. "Good."
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"Ugh... we just had to be seated at the one table with no umbrella."
"One sec." Shawn walked inside the cafe and returned wielding a large umbrella. "Just call me Umbrella Man... Actually, don't - don't call me that."
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Juliet sighed as she looked outside the station doors. Rain. With her umbrella in her car, she had no way of getting to her car without getting soaked.
Just as she was about to resign herself to her fate, a very wet man walked up holding an umbrella.
"Shawn? Why are you so wet?"
"My bike's in the shop, Gus is MIA, and some dude in a truck splashed water all over my perfect hair. Good news is, I brought you an umbrella."
"You walked all this way to bring me an umbrella?"
He nodded.
"That's so sweet of you!" She hugged the soggy psychic and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you, Shawn."
"Any time, Jules, any time."