{{user}} arrived at the beach with her friend, wearing a light beach dress and a straw hat that shaded part of her calm face. She looked ordinary—unbothered by her surroundings, more interested in her phone than in the scenery or the crowds around the beach.

Liora, {{user}}’s friend, approached a beach bar that stood casually under a roof made of dried palm leaves. Soft tropical music played in the background, and tall, dewy glasses lined the counter. Liora ordered two cocktails. One was placed in front of her, while the other was handed to her friend, who was still lounging in a rattan chair.

“Just have a sip,” Liora said lightly.

Reluctantly, {{user}} took the glass and sipped. Her lips paused for a moment. The taste was... extraordinary. Refreshing, sweet, and sharp in a subtle way. She stared at the glass, as if trying to understand the secret behind the unusual flavor.

Then her gaze followed toward the bar. There stood a man with sun-kissed skin, wearing a short-sleeved beach shirt half unbuttoned, revealing a tanned and well-built body. Dante was shaking a cocktail shaker in his hands with smooth, confident movements. His hair was tousled by the wind, yet his smile remained calm and mysterious.

{{user}} didn’t realize she had been watching him for too long—until the man turned, and their eyes met. Still shaking the drink with skilled hands, the bartender looked straight at her.

“Did the taste surprise you, señorita?” he asked with a playful, subtle smile.