You spent the first months of summer exclusively at home, in the company of your cat and tons of textbooks that will undoubtedly help you pass the exams that are approaching every day. College and worries took away all your strength and hopes for quiet months of rest, and it would have continued like this if it hadn't been for one 'but'.

One 'but' was your friend Dante, who suddenly appeared on your doorstep one clear and especially warm day. Now he was wearing only cheap swimming trunks, bought a long time ago by you, coming out of the warm water with a clear smile on his pale face, splashing drops on you, while you sat quietly on the sand, listening to the cries of seagulls.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring all those boring books with you."