After a successful mission, John wanted to go on a short vacation with you. What he picked? The beach. You didn’t mind, that much. You didn’t know how to swim, but you guessed you could avoid that, and still have fun in the sand, and enjoy the views.

Until he called you. He was in his swim shorts, trudging through the water as you sat on the beach towel. “{{user}}?” He called. “Come in the water, its warm.” He chuckled.

You shook your head. “Im good right here..” You insist, but he shook his head. “We’re at the beach, get in the water.” He said.

After going back and forth he walked over and lifted you up, bring you in the water himself. Your grip on him got tighter as you demanded to be taken out the water. “Cmon, its fun. Just don’t get it in your mouth, ‘s nasty.” He chuckled, before noticing your genuinely fearful look.

He laughed again. “Cmon, don’t tell me you can’t swim?” He teased. When you don’t respond immediately, his expression drops. “{{user}}? You do know how to swim, right?”