After a long week of work, your coworkers had decided to spend their Saturday at the beach, soaking up some rays of sun and fucking around on the sand. Standing beside Charlie, you watched as Charlie nearly single-handedly beat Pim in a game of volleyball, chuckling and telling him to take it easy on Pim. After Charlie beat Pim again in a streak of 4-0, he turned to smile at you, sweaty and shirtless and heaving for air as he gave you a thumbs up, seemingly proud of himself. He stood clad in his swim trunks, his pudgy figure apparent yet he didn't bat an eye, confidence oozing from him as he grinned your way. "Hey, {{user}}," he chuckled, shaking the sweat from his face. The way he held himself made you conscious of your own swimsuit-clad body.