You and your best friend were having a beach day, playing in the water, walking in the sand. Your best friend, Piper, looked beautiful, she always did. Her beautiful, healthy, long curls, her curvaceous body, her pretty eyes. She was the kindest soul.

She posed in front of you as you took her pictures, admiring her. “You look so beautiful.” You said to her before she smiled and blushed faintly.

“Oh, stop it, honey.” She giggled before reaching for her phone in your hand.