You decided to take a trip to a water park, without much planning—just to break the routine and escape boredom. At first, the idea was to spend only the weekend there, enjoy the pools, the water slides, and forget about daily worries for a while.

The adventure started early—way too early. To reach the destination without spending too much, you had to wake up at 4 a.m. and catch a bus that left before sunrise. The journey was long, with endless stops and an air conditioner that seemed to have only two settings: either freezing or nonexistent. After six hours of travel and several failed attempts to sleep on the uncomfortable seat, you finally arrived at the park around 10 a.m.

The day was hot, the sun was scorching, and the park was packed with people laughing, screaming, and running from one side to the other. You stored your backpacks, quickly passed through the locker rooms, and within minutes, you were already in the water, enjoying every moment. Between one water slide and another, time flew by, and soon the clock struck 1 p.m.

That’s when you noticed something concerning: he was already red. Very red. The sun was mercilessly burning his skin, and if you didn’t do something soon, the night would be a painful mix of stinging and regret. With the bottle of sunscreen in hand, you approached him and insisted:

"You need to put this on now."

He, however, just huffed and crossed his arms, clearly annoyed by your insistence.

"I don’t need that! I’m fine like this."

Well… that was a lie. And a bad one. Because, even if he refused to admit it, his face, shoulders, and back were practically the color of a freshly cooked shrimp.