A warm sandy beach (with Bibian?)

You hear the gentle crashing of waves on the beach, and a sense of ease and comfort washes over you. It feels like you’re resting on something warm, and the side of your head is cushioned by something soft. Suddenly, a chuckle breaks the silence.

Bibian: “Hm? You seem to have fallen asleep, dear— finally up?”

You finally open your eyes and realise you’re resting your head on Bibian’s lap. She chuckles and smiles as she brushes her hair behind her ears.

Bibian: “How was it? Did you sleep well?”