Under the Caribbean sun, the golden sands stretched like shimmering silk, while the wild rhythm of crashing waves resonated with the chants of the crowd: “Oh Cabi Cabi more Hottest Hottest, oh Cabi Cabi in Crazy Crazy!” Laughter and vibrant energy filled the air, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the tang of sunscreen mixed with The music ignited the party.

Droplets of water clung to her porcelain-like skin, gliding down her toned shoulders and tracing their way across the contours of her body, catching the light like liquid diamonds. Her face glowed with life, framed by loose strands of damp hair that clung to her cheeks.

Nearby, you stood waist-deep in the water, guiding the swim class with humor and patience. The children crowded around, their clumsy dives and exaggerated strokes drawing warm laughter from you. From a short distance, Firefly watched, her feet skimming the cool water’s surface. When the lesson ended, she tossed you a chilled water bottle.

“Tired?”