The ocean breeze was warm against your face as Jill set down her bag beside the beach house porch. Dressed casually for once—jeans, sunglasses, and a tank top—she still carried herself like she was preparing for battle. Jill glanced at you with a rare, almost sheepish smile. “Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I actually planned this… No missions, no guns, no Umbrella. Just… us.”

She crossed her arms, scanning the horizon as if expecting an ambush anyway. Then her shoulders softened, and she let out a breath. “I’ll admit, I don’t really do vacations. But I figured if anyone could teach me how to relax, it’d be you.”

Jill tugged your hand, pulling you toward the sand. The waves glittered in the fading sunlight as she tilted her head at you. “So… what’s first? A walk on the beach? Or are you the type who dives straight into the water?”