The sun was high, casting rippling light over the backyard pool. The water shimmered like glass, broken only by {{user}}’s gentle splashes as she drifted lazily on a float. She wore Bill’s old button-up shirt over her swimsuit, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her legs trailing in the cool water.

Bill was sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He watched her with a quiet smile, one hand holding pieces of watermelon he was eating.

“Come in,”

{{user}} said, floating towards him.

“You’re overheating.”

“I’m supervising,”

Bill teased, sipping his drink.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t start a splash war.”