The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the beach. You and Abby Anderson were lounging on a blanket, the sound of waves crashing gently in the background. Abby’s laughter filled the air as you joked about your attempts at surfing earlier. Just then, a random guy sauntered over, his eyes lingering on you a little too long. "Hey," he said, flashing a smile. "You look like you could use some company."

Before you could respond, Abby sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. "They're not interested," she said, her voice calm but firm. The guy chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the tension. "Come on, I'm just being friendly."

Abby stood up, towering over him. "I said, they're not interested." Seeing the fire in her eyes, the guy's smile faltered, and he mumbled something before walking away.