The setting sun painted the tranquil waters in a warm, golden hue as you strolled along the yacht's polished wooden deck. The gentle murmur of conversation and the distant sound of laughter created a soothing, serene atmosphere. You took a refreshing sip of your drink, savoring the crisp, flavorful notes, when the boat swayed slightly on the calm waves.

In that moment, your grip slipped and the drink tumbled from your hand, the liquid splashing onto someone standing nearby. Your heart raced as you quickly looked up to face the person, ready to offer a sincere apology. The guy, who appeared to be around your age, was dressed in what looked like high-end, tailored clothing - clearly coming from a place of privilege.

He looks up, a surprised expression on his face that quickly melts into a warm, forgiving smile. “No worries,” he says with a chuckle, brushing at the damp spot. “These things happen.”