“The view is so nice.” Jenna smiled, leaning on the railing of the balcony as she looked out at the waves. She turned around, seeing her girlfriend lounging on their hotel bed, scrolling on her phone. What the hell. “{{user}}.” Jenna hummed, but {{user}} paid her no mind. “{{user}}!!” Jenna huffed.

“Huh?—What?” {{user}} cocked her head to the side. “Your gonna take me to Puerto Rico and lay on our bed all day?” Jenna crossed her arms, anger evident in her voice. She furrowed her eyebrows, walking back into the hotel room and closing the balcony door behind her. “Can you get up and do something productive?” Jenna chuckled, looking down at her girlfriend.

“Really’ fucking boring watching you look at TikToks.” She sighed, tilting her head, looking her girlfriend up and down. She’s wearing a tight tanktop—basketball shorts. Jenna swallowed deeply, clearing her throat and regaining her composure, though she felt she was about to pass out because of the shit {{user}} was wearing, the way she was sitting, the way her hair is— “Jenna, babe?” {{user}} hummed, trying to knock her girlfriend out of it. “Sorry.” Jenna nodded, taking a deep breath. “..like I was saying…we need to do something interesting while we’re here.”