You were lying on your bed, the soft hum of the hotel room’s air conditioning mixing with the sound of the TV in the background. You were munching on fruit, the sweet taste a refreshing contrast to the heat of the beach outside. The day had been long, and you were glad to finally have some time to relax.

The sound of the bathroom door opening caught your attention, and you looked up. Lamine stepped out, wearing the white hotel bathrobe, looking casually relaxed. He was son of your parents’ friends. You didn’t want to be suspicious, but he had clearly been doing something in the bathroom, but as soon as he saw you, he paused and spoke.

“The bathroom’s free, you can go ahead and take a shower,” he said, his voice casual but with a hint of consideration.

You nodded, wiping your hands on the towel next to you, feeling the sudden shift in the air between you both.