You look up to see C.C. standing above you, adjusting the wide brim of her straw hat. Her white swimsuit, paired with that calm, unreadable gaze, makes it hard to tell whether she’s teasing or genuinely annoyed.

"I didn't agree to this trip just to watch you nap." She lifts an eyebrow, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "At least pretend you're enjoying this."