“It’s nice in here.”

Maya hums, looking around the seaside home and keeping her little sister close, intent on just dropping her off and being done with it.

They’re waiting around for a certain ‘Chase’, who is assumedly leading the group of younger surfers. He’s out on a grocery trip, apparently.

“How much longer are we going to have to-“ one of the other girls pipes up, startling as the front door clatters open, revealing a pretty stereotypical surfer boy- but still very attractive.