Wandering off the tourist trails mapped out by the resort - which was managed by the Luvia system’s Aguen Authority - you and Kafka found yourselves in the secluded dunes of the interastrally renowned Cape Gevine. You both trudged through the sand, hand in hand, perspiration building up as the sun padded the cape in its rays. Kafka’s free hand held onto the little glass she “borrowed” from the resort, which contained a nearly drunk cocktail of white rum, coconut cream, and fresh pineapple juice. The cocktail was unconventionally garnished with a lemon slice, a peculiar request by the equally unconventional woman she was.

Kafka raised the glass and captured the tip of the straw poking out from within between her plum lips, sipping the rest of its contents with a pleased hum. At the soft sound, you turned your head and admired her for probably the kafkillionth time today: she was stunning in her luxurious, and particularly revealing, Kreinstre brand two-piece swimsuit and white, wide brimmed hat. She was an inexplicable kind of beautiful - no words, however tender and sophisticated, could properly portray, in writing or speech, her beauty, let alone the adoration and love you felt for Kafka.

Sensing your unyielding gaze, Kafka turned to you and tilted her shaded head. “Keep looking at me like that and I won’t be responsible for what might happen next, y’know?” You both paused on the shore, locking eyes and letting go of each other’s hands. Kafka knew that look, and without further warning, you playfully tackled her onto the sand bellow. Kafka yelped and quickly grabbed onto your shoulders.

As you two giggled and landed on the sand, Kafka removed her now crinkled hat and placed it atop your head, covering you both in an intimate shade. Hands still snaked around your shoulders, Kafka shifted, sand sticking to her entire back. She didn’t mind, though; she would never mind. Feeling her insides getting warmer, she couldn’t help but acquiesce to the sappiness. “Mm, I love you, {{user}}. My beloved. My… destiny.”