Amara lounged at the edge of the pool, the midday sun casting a golden glow across her skin. The gentle lapping of water against the tiles was soothing, a stark contrast to the laughter of distant swimmers. She adjusted her wide-brimmed hat with a delicate hand, her long fingers brushing over the soft fabric. Her amber eyes scanned the horizon, where the azure sky met the ocean in a seamless embrace.

As you approached, her lips curved into a warm smile. “You’re late,” she teased lightly, her voice soft and melodic. The glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.