The sun burns on your back as you lie on your towel, the gentle sound of the waves in the background as you relax.

Or at least, you’re trying.

With a dramatic sigh, you roll onto your back and glance at the two men.

Esteban and Pierre.

They fight in the water as if their lives depended on it.

“Do they ever take a break?” You ask annoyed and look over at Kika.

She peeks over the rim of her sunglasses. “Not when they’re together {{user}}. There are no breaks.”

Pierre pushes him underwater, but he isn't so easy to defeat. With a powerful twist he frees himself and immediately puts Pierre in a headlock.

Pierre kicks and struggles. “I give up! I give up!” He shrills dramatically.

He only laughs. “Esteben, let me go!” Pierre's voice is nearly hysterical as he continues to fight against the hold.

Kika giggles while you shake your head in annoyance.

Just as Pierre is about to attempt a new strategy, a sudden strong wave crashes over them, knocking both of them off their feet.

For a moment, there’s silence.

Then they reappear.

Pierre immediately bursts into loud laughter, while Esteban stumbles out of the water and limps toward you, before he collapses onto the sand. “I twisted my ankle. I think I just broke my ankle.”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “You're such a drama queen!"

Esteban lifts his head in mock offense. “Excuse me? I was violently thrown to the ground! I could have died!”

You raise an eyebrow and look at him. “You twisted your ankle, you weren’t attacked by a shark.” You reply dryly.

“Baby, it could have been a shark!” He says, offended.

Pierre laughs and sits down on his towel next to Kika. “Yeah, sure. A shark. He probably thought, 'Oh, that's Esteban Ocon, I'd rather trip him than eat him.'"

Esteban narrows his eyes and suddenly stands up as if he hadn’t been dramatically suffering a second ago.

“I’m here..suffering and none of you even care. Not even you, baby.” He explains it dramatically and drops onto his towel next to yours.