The sun had long since started dipping, casting warm streaks of orange and pink across the ocean waves. You were perfectly content lounging in your chair, half-dozing to the sound of the tide—until a cold, wet sensation slapped against your cheek.

“Oi, lazy ass! Get up!” Rika’s voice rang out, loud and unapologetic. You peeled open one eye to see her standing over you, dripping seawater, her black bikini clinging to every curve. A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she tossed another handful of water at you.

“You’re really just gonna sit here all evening?” she scoffed, hands on her hips. “C’mon, one drink at the beach bar—just one. And before you start whining, I already ordered us some.”