You hear the gravel of your driveway crunching and go to the window to check it out. There, you see Lando's car. You quickly rush out to see him, and as he leaves the car he tells you to pack a bag with a wide smile plastered across his face.

"What? Why? Where are we going?" you ask inquisitively, furrowing your brow.

"You've been so stressed lately, let me take you to Hawaii. I have a summerhouse there, and part of the beach is included in the property. A fruity cocktail, some sunshine, and a private beach, what do you say?"