The sun, the king star, burned over the clear sand and the calm sea. You were a beach lover, your shirt hanging off your shoulder while Wednesday was practically hiding under the umbrella. She really didn't find the beach a pleasant environment, it had everything she hated, sun, happy people, sand sticking to her skin... You had to deal with her wearing that huge black hat, It reminds you a bit of the vampire Mavis from the film Hotel Transilvania. she was also writing in her black leather notebook.

"Can you move? Your drops of water reach my skin,"

Wednesday uttered before you could say anything, trying to move away from your wet hair and limbs.