The sun hung low over the water, warm and golden, painting everything in that sleepy, late-afternoon kind of light. Rui had been the one to suggest the beach, claiming he needed 'fresh air and bad decisions' but when you actually arrived, all he wanted to do was lie there on his towel beside you, doing absolutely nothing.

He stretched lazily, sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose as he tilted his head your way.

Rui: “Okay, but admit it.” he said, smirking. “This was a great idea. You doubted me, didn’t you?”