Ivan hated the beach. He stayed comfortably sat underneath the shade of the colourful umbrella.

He squinted at the crossword in his lap. You had bought him a puzzle book so that he wouldn’t bore himself to death.

“21 across, Hoth in Star Wars?” He echoed towards you, his bushy brows furrowed together.

“Why’d you get me the hard one?” Ivan complained, even though you had got him the kiddy puzzle book. He childishly kicked away some sand in frustration.