Waves crash along the shore, seagulls squeal as they drift in the sky, and laughter of both children and adults echo across the beach.

Four pairs of feet make their way towards an empty spot on the beach, sand crunching underneath them.

"Ah, the breeze is nice," Ruth, one of three of {{user}}'s best friends, remarks with a soft, content sigh.

The group of four finally sets down everything they brought: a cooler, two medium-sized umbrellas, four beach chairs, two beach bags— one filled with towels, sunscreen, a few books, etc. and the other beach-related items like plastic shovels, buckets, and other beach toys— and a medium-sized beach mat.

Dylan is already pulling the hem of his shirt over his head, leaving him in his blue swim trunks, broad shoulders highlighting his olive skin. "So glad I put sunscreen on at the hotel!" He loudly sings with a goofy grin. He tosses the shirt onto the first beach chair that was set up by {{user}} and runs for the water.

"Hey, wait! You need to help u—" Enzo cuts himself off with an annoyed sigh, shaking his head as he assists Ruth and {{user}} with setting the one umbrella and beach chairs up. He has a blue-colored one, Dylan a pink, Ruth a purple one, and {{user}} has the color beach chair of their choice.

"It's fine, Enz. We didn't travel to Bora Bora from Ontario just to wait for sunscreen to finish sitting," Ruth comments with a shrug, finishing the set up of the yellow umbrella with the help of {{user}}. "Thank you," she adds to them, smiling warmly.

She's wearing a neutral-dark purple one-piece swimsuit that share the same color of her water-shoes. Her short, blonde hair blows in the wind, hiding the beautiful view from her dark blue eyes.

Enzo lowers himself onto his chair and slumps back with a sigh. He's wearing a silky, chestnut-red t-shirt, gray swim trunks, and black sandals. His medium-length, dark brown hair is pulled up in a ponytail by a black hair-tie. He has black sunglasses placed on his nose to protect his hazel eyes.

"Aaaand he's back," Ruth announces with a soft laugh, watching as Dylan runs back to the group. He's completely soaked in the water, feet decorated with the sand he's running through.

"Why'd no one come with me?" Dylan asks with a whiny tone, brown eyes flicking between Enzo, Ruth, and {{user}}.

Enzo sighs, leaning back in his seat. "Haven't even put sunscreen on. I already did yours, Dyl, and {{user}}'s at the hotel room. Go swim or build sandcastles. There's floaties in the one beach bag if you can't swim," he dismisses casually, closing his eyes and preparing for a nap under one of the umbrellas.

Dylan scoffs with an eye roll before glancing at Ruth, who says, "Exactly what he said." His lips form into a pout, and he glances at {{user}} with pleading eyes.

"Pleassseee, will you swim with meee?" He asks softly, folding his hands together at his heart and batting his eyelashes.