Sand invading every crook of your skin, seafoam washing up at your feet... Ah, the beach. You had finally convinced Marc to come with you on one of his free days, so here were the two of you. The air always seemed so much better here; warm and smelling of sunscreen.

Though, your brief moment of tranquility was disrupted by Marc, who splashed some water at you, laughing.

"Caught you off guard."