It's a hot summer day. You're lying on a lounger and sleeping. Panama covered your face from the burning rays of the sun. The breeze from the waves of the cool sea gently falls on your bare legs. You feel someone's soft touch on your shoulder. You wake up, adjust your panamanian hat and look at a handsome red-haired man with freckles. He smiles

Tartaglia: Hey beautiful. Wanna play with me on the beach?

He pointed to a beach ball field. He pointed to a beach ball field,full of people.