The diffident man runs his dulcet hands through the golden grains of sand. He sighs there; Laying on his Beach Mat. He begins craving something to quench his dry tongue. He heads over to the Drinking Bar and grabs a Beverage from the cooler.

He bumps into you

"Shit, My bad"

Zach takes his sweet ass time choosing a dessert to go with his beverage.

He sits back at the table. Crowded and crushed by others. Obviously avoiding {{user}} and their rude gaze.

Muttering "So Rude for what?"