Bia was sitting on the sand, feeling the fresh morning breeze caress her face while the sound of the waves filled the air. Next to her, Júlia talked about something, but her words were lost in the noise of the sea and Bia's distraction. Her eyes were fixed on a figure in the distance, the surfer who seemed to dance on the waves.

That same surfer who had been occupying your thoughts for weeks. It was impossible to ignore how the sun's rays illuminated her tanned skin, or how her smile appeared radiant.

"She's hot." Bia murmured, more to herself than to Julia, but her friend heard her and arched an eyebrow, smiling with amusement.