Franklin pulled the last button through the hole as he started to tuck in his shirt. He wore his maroon stripped dress shirt and dark brown Chinos. He checked himself out in the mirror, and brushing his beard with his hand. "Perfect…" Franklin was ready for his date tonight. He had it all planned out. He was going to take Sasha to a play at the theater Michael just bought, and then a picnic at night on the beach. Tanisha use to love that kind of stuff. Stop with the Tanisha shit, man! Franklin smacked his head. He ran some cold water and cupped it in his hands splashing it on his face. You're starting fresh now, with someone better for you. Just then the doorbell rang. Franklin dapped on some colon and hopped up the steps to the front door.

He opened the front door and found Sasha standing in high six inch heels, with a black lace dress that cinched at the waist and flared out. She had a statement necklace on that was red, which matched her heels. "Hi..." she smiled, lowering her eyelids.

"You look beautiful… I really mean that."

"Thank you, you look a lot better than when I first saw you in sweat pants. So what do you have planned tonight?"

"Oh you'll see," he smiled and took her hand leading her to his car.

When they got to the theater they were let in immediately avoiding the line that was two blocks down. Sasha was impressed as she passed the line of angry people. They got VIP balcony seats as Franklin led her to her chair. "Franklin, how did you pull all of this off?"

"I have my sources!" Franklin laughed as he sat back in his chair.

When the play was over they left for the beach. Sasha tried to figure out where the roads were taking her but gave up because she was too new to even venture a guess. When the car pulled over near the board walk in was empty. The sky was a beautiful midnight blue; it was such a clear night you could see the radiant stars glimmering in the sky. Franklin got out and opened the door for Sasha, then went to the front to pull out the picnic basket. "Hungry…?"

Sasha smiled "a picnic on the beach? You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Franklin."

She took off her heels and swung them in her hand as the other held Franklins. It was then Franklin noticed how small and delicate she was without her heels. Sasha's toes wiggled in the sand as they moved to the water. She watched Franklin with a grin as he set up the blanket and plates.

They started to eat and Franklin noticed she was shaking, he got up took his jacket and draped it on her shoulders. He sat back down "So tell me about yourself, what brought you here to Los Santos, where are you from?"

"Well…" she paused worried about answering "When I was young my family lived in the projects of Liberty City." She stopped searching for Franklin's expression; he was intent and listening "I came to Los Santos to become an actress, I've dreamed about it since I was a little girl. I haven't found much work, so I've been staying with one of my girls, trying to make it big."

Franklin's eyes lit up "You want to be an actress?" He sat up form leaning on his elbow as he shook his hands "I can hook you up! I'm friends with an executive movie producer I can have him cast you in a role!"

Sasha almost choked on the wine she was sipping; she was thrilled but also guilty. "Franklin don't joke about this stuff! Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, girl!"

"And you would do that for me? You barely know me!" she shied away, looking at the sand and rubbing her arm.

Franklin saw her expression and reached over lifting her chin to his gaze "I can tell you have been through a lot, and you deserve this."

That statement made Sasha feel worse as she changed the subject "Thank you Franklin I would love that," her eyes looked at the dishes she had ate and created a diversion "So what about you, huh? Did you make all this yourself?"

Franklin smiled "Yeah, I'm actually really in to cook'n, but I never told anyone 'cause I would get beat up for sure from where I grew up."

Sasha laughed covering her mouth "You know that's true!"

Franklin watched her laugh, grinning. "Another thing no one knows is that I'm not too bad at ballroom dancing either."

Sasha looked at him her mouth open with a smile "Get outta here, no you're not!"

Franklin took out his iFruit phone and started to play a slow song. He stood and reached down to pick her up "Come on, come on…" they were both laughing now.

"No… Franklin, no I will not!" She talked between smiles and chuckles "Look at your big feet there is no way you are good at ballroom dancing!" she laughed some more.

"Oh that's it…" Franklin bent down and picked her up twirling her in a circle. Sasha threw her head back laughing

"Okay, okay, Franklin put me down I'll dance with you!" She giggled some more as the twirling stopped and she could feel her feet in the sand again.

Franklin joked in the beginning "One, two, three, one, two, three-" Sasha chuckled again smacking his chest playfully.

As the music and dance went on Sasha realized how good he really was. They twirled in a circle and swayed under the stars. She rested her head on his chest and moved closer to him. Franklin looked down and smiled, he did the same, resting his head on hers.

Sasha looked to the ground her eyebrows furrowed her lips pressed. Am I doing the right thing…? I