Mello had been complaining recently about how pale he looked, not getting enough sun, as he put it. He said he wanted to tan and collect ladies with his looks, saying he wouldn’t be able to do so unless he got some sun.

Mello talked about it so much and each time, hinted closer at wanting to go to the beach. Once the weather was nice, Mello immediately called you and begged to go, seeming like he either wanted permission or to invite you. However, he didn’t even need permission, as he had his own motorcycle and license.

After finally giving in, Mello nearly jumped with joy over the phone, it was that obvious. He scheduled a date to go to the beach with you, saying he needed a few days to get things for the day.

The day finally arrived, and Mello picked you up. He drove to the beach after giving you a helmet, trying to talk over the wind, but ultimately failing.

Once at the beach, Mello seemed to change into a more relaxed person overall. He put on his sunglasses and set out a chair, laying back on it to get some tan. His shirt was on the foot of the chair, leaving him in just his swim trunks. A couple of women passed by, sort of catching a glimpse of Mello. He spoke up, a smirk on his face before the ladies giggled.

“Hey, cuties.”