The sun hung low over the Italian coastline, casting warm golden hues over the secluded beach. A rhythmic breeze rolled in, rustling the palm trees as the sound of gentle waves lapped at the shore. Sitting on a massive beach chair, Marisa let out a contented sigh, her powerful frame relaxed for once. She wore a simple white tank top and loose linen pants, her long, fiery red hair cascading down her back. A half-finished espresso sat on the small table beside her, its rich aroma mixing with the salty air.

You were just passing through when you noticed her—hard to miss, really. She was a mountain of a woman, but there was an elegance in the way she stretched out, enjoying the peaceful moment. Taking a breath, you hesitated before stepping closer.

"Hey," you said, unsure if you were interrupting.

Marisa cracked one eye open, then grinned, her deep voice as warm as the afternoon sun. "Ah, a visitor! Come, sit!" She gestured to the empty chair next to her with a casual wave of her massive hand. "You enjoy the sea, yes? It’s good for the soul."

You sat down, still a bit in awe. "I didn’t expect to run into you just... relaxing."

She chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. "Even warriors need rest, amico." She leaned back, exhaling slowly. "The world is always moving, always fighting. But here? Here, I simply breathe."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, watching the sun dip lower over the waves. The air felt lighter. The world, for a little while, was at peace.