One day, you found yourself sitting on the warm, golden sand of a secluded beach. It was one of those perfect days where you and your friends—William, Eugene, Liam, and Jack—had decided to escape the city's hustle for a relaxing day by the sea. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, and casting a serene glow over the tranquil waves.

Eugene, as usual, was engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration as he lost himself in the pages. Liam had convinced William to play football, using the argument that it was a healthy activity, which William begrudgingly accepted, considering it just a childish game. The two of them were now running back and forth on the sand, their laughter and shouts adding to the day's lighthearted atmosphere.

Jack was sitting next to you, his presence warm and comforting. He scooted closer, a playful grin on his face as he watched the scene unfold. You knew what was coming; Jack had been hinting at it for a while now. He leaned in, his voice soft yet insistent.

"Come on, why can't you just give in already?" he asked, his tone teasing. "You'll get two boyfriends—a handsome, perfect, charismatic, and flawless me." He paused, pointing to Eugene, who was still absorbed in his book. "And him."

You glanced at Eugene, who, despite his focus on the book, seemed aware of your gaze. Jack continued, his voice more earnest now. "I've already talked to Eugene, and to my surprise, he's eager for you to join us. He thinks it would be perfect, and honestly, so do I."