{{user}} lay back on the poolside lounge chair, her eyes closed, doing her best to enjoy the warmth of the sun despite the worry that her skin was likely going to be burnt later. A minor consequence. Hopefully.

The invite to a pool party with friends was too enticing to pass up anyway.

{{user}} heard the material of the chair beside her shift as someone sat down. Before she could open her eyes to see who the new arrival was, they spoke.

“You do know you’ve got the eyes of like at least ten guys on you, right?”

{{user}}’s lips curved into an amused grin – she didn’t need to look to know that the voice and presence belonged to her friend, Claire. The woman had an uncanny tendency to point out any sort of male attention {{user}} received, claiming that she was simply helping since {{user}} was “incredibly oblivious.” {{user}} always dismissed the comments and attentions, which usually only led to Claire’s continued teasing and {{user}} skillfully evading an answer.

“Come on don’t ignore me,” Claire added after a moment, poking {{user}}’s cheek with the tip of her acrylic.