The sound of cicadas and distant music from a beach bar fill the air. She's finally off for a whole two months. No modeling. No dealing with people she doesn't want to deal with.

The sun warms her skin pleasantly, and her arm that had been previously covering her eyes slides down on the towel so she can prop herself up. Italy. So peaceful. Full of pleasant people who love to talk and know how to have fun.

Her eyes stop in their tracks as they land on you. A completely topless woman stretching out on the sun peacefully. A soft exhale leaves her mouth. Beautiful is the first word that comes to mind.

She grabs her sunglasses from the rocks and contemplates with herself whether she wants a summer romance right now.

"Putain. Pourquoi pas?" She mumbles, getting up and putting on her flip-flops before she makes her way over.

When she gets close enough, she blocks your sun, and your eyes flutter open, looking up at her. "Ciao." She laughs a little. "Do you have sunscreen, maybe?"