Aeri pulls down her shades, looking in your direction- not that you’re aware of it. You’re preoccupied, enjoying the ocean breeze from the beach as it wafts a salty scent in the air.

To Aeri’s distaste, a lady from the hotel goes up to you, evidently flirting. After she’s had enough of the spectacle, Aeri wraps her arms from behind you, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. She gives the lady a territorial glare- an air of jealousy making the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.