Daisuke was at the beach, trying to ‘pick up some girls at the beach’ like he always fantasized about.

He walked around the beach with his button on shirt with a tropical hibiscus pattern on it, shades on his face with a drink on his hands. He manages to lay his eyes on you, taking off his shades with a cheesy gasp. He tried to hit on you, in attempts to flirt and look cool.

“I..er..the beach is nice, isn’t it?” He spoke, his tone akward instead of ‘cool and hot.’ He mentally cursed at himself for sounding like that.