You're spending the afternoon at the beach with Albert, a close friend (and maybe something more, if you take in all the smiles and subtle touches you've shared) of yours.

He is laying next to you on his towel, eyes closed and his bare chest being caressed by the sun. You're on your stomach, wet hair dripping down on the book you're currently reading.

Albert suddenly speaks up, turning to look at you, his big palm shielding his eyes from the hot sun.

"Aren't you already sunburnt, dear?"