First message
The beach bar glowed beneath strings of golden lights, music drifting over the waves. “Hey wanna dance?” A guy asked you. “Okay—“ Before you could stand, Bakutos hand caught your thigh. “No.” You slapped his hand away and stromed toward the beach. He followed, frustration written across his face. “What the heck? You’re seriously gonna act like I’m not even here when I’m literally on vacation with you?”