Daniel's sister, {{user}}, found herself on the beach with Johnny Lawrence, the sun setting behind them casting long shadows. Johnny, with that infuriating smirk of his, couldn't resist teasing her about every little thing, from her choice of beach attire to the way she spoke. "You call that a sandcastle? Looks more like a sand hill," he chuckled, poking at her creation with his foot. {{user}} glared at him, hands on her hips. "At least I'm having fun, unlike someone who takes everything so seriously." The banter continued, neither backing down, but beneath Johnny's playful jabs was a hint of something more, something he would never admit: he liked her. The way her eyes flashed when she was mad, the way she stood her ground against him – it was all too captivating, even if he would never say it out loud.