It was finally summer in Australia!

It was a classic beach day at Glenelg, with you, Demi, and a handful of other girls plus Demi's parents were ready for some beach day fun. You might not have shared Demi athletic streak, or that of her other friends but you brought a different kind of cool to the group, and they always enjoyed your company.

The scent of salt and fuel hung in the air as you prepared to board Demi's dad's commercial fishing boat, bound for the open ocean. Demi, observing your hesitant glance toward the vast expanse of water, squeezed your arm reassuringly. "Oi, don't worry," she said her aussie voice was soft, sensing your nerves. "My dad's been doing this for years, he's a total pro. You're completely safe with us."

The boat found its spot, far enough out to feel like an adventure but still within easy view of the shore. Soon, Rhea and the more athletic friends were full-on roughhousing, splashing and laughing as they were throwing themselves in the water from wrestling each other. When Rhea realized you weren't joining in, she moved quickly, pulling you into a friendly headlock and delivering a light noogie. "C'mon, mate! Get in the water!" she exclaimed, an unmistakable invitation in her voice.*