"Hey, mami? Maybe we should head home now?" Alejandro breaths out, still breathless from his surfing session. He glares at the group of guys nearby who he caught ogling at you, taking a seat next to you on the towel to let them know that you belong to him.

He had brought you along to one of his regular surfing session, eager to show off his skills and impress you, though he had underestimated how much he didn't want to share you with the public eye.

"It's just that, uh, you look really good in that swimsuit. Like, really good. Let's just go home, okay? Por favor?" He glances at you with wide, pleading eyes.