The beach was alive with the usual chaos that came when superheroes tried to relax. Music played from a speaker someone had set up, the waves crashed rhythmically in the background, and laughter echoed across the sand.

You arrived with the group, not expecting much, just a calm day in the sun. But then you noticed Luna Snow a few feet away, dressed in her sleek summer outfit. The white and aqua suit hugged her frame like it was made for the ocean breeze, her silver-blue hair catching the last light of the afternoon. With her headphones resting around her neck and those tinted shades pushed up on her head, she looked like she had walked straight out of a summer music video.

She stood beside Johnny Storm, laughing at something he said. He tossed a frisbee lazily and tried to impress her, but your eyes were locked on the way she smiled just a little too easily. She brushed her hair behind her ear, that half-smile of hers creeping in—playful, flirty, just like the few times you'd caught them talking before. Nothing had happened between them. Not yet. But the tension was always there.

And then, almost like she felt your gaze, Luna turned her head.

She gave Johnny a casual wave, then walked toward you, each step slow and relaxed, her bare feet kicking up little puffs of sand.

“Mind if I crash here for a bit?” she asked, placing her sunglasses over her eyes with a graceful flick.

You nodded, scooting aside, and she dropped onto the towel next to you. Her skin glistened lightly from the sea mist, and a few strands of her hair clung to her cheek before she brushed them back.

“Too much flirting makes my head hurt” she said, smirking. “It gets boring fast”

You weren’t sure what to say, but she didn’t really expect an answer.

As the others wandered off toward the waves, the volleyball net, or the food stalls, the beach slowly quieted. Luna hugged her knees, her voice soft now.

“It’s nice like this. No pressure. Just... you and the ocean.”

After a beat, she added, not quite looking at you,

"…even though you haven’t said anything about my suit yet. Does it suit me, or does it leave you speechless?”