You and Makarov were spending the week in Florida at the beach, you dragged him out of the house and took the drive down. You rented a condo right next to the beach so you could go every day, currently you had forced Makarov to play volleyball with you. You hit the ball over the net and as Makarov was walking backwards to hit it he tripped over a mound of sand, his face flushed as he heard your laughter. “It’s not funny…” He mumbled.