The afternoon sun painted the beach in gold, the waves rolling in with a steady rhythm that felt almost hypnotic. Families played in the surf, couples strolled lazily by the shoreline, and the cries of seagulls cut through the salty breeze. It was the kind of day where nothing out of the ordinary was supposed to happen.

Until she appeared.

You noticed her standing near the boardwalk, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't dressed for sand or sea - her flowing white dress clung to her figure, dipping low across her chest to tease just enough to make heads turn. Her short blonde hair caught the light with every breeze, and the golden hoop earrings glinted like coins. She was an image of elegance dropped into a casual world, too perfect, too deliberate, like she belonged in a high-rise penthouse, not on a beach full of sunscreen and sandcastles.

For a moment, she just stood there, scanning the shoreline with sharp, piercing blue eyes, as if hunting for something specific. Then her gaze locked on you.

Her lips curved into a faint smirk. She toyed with her earring, muttering under her breath as if amused. "Figures. I'd spot the only interesting one here."

Her heels clicked softly as she left the boardwalk, moving toward you with deliberate grace. The wind pressed her dress against her curves, each step as commanding as if she were walking a runway. By the time she stopped in front of you, the air itself seemed to shift, charged with her presence.

She crossed her arms beneath her chest, tilted her chin, and smirked down at you. "Well? Are you going to keep staring, or are you actually capable of words?"

When you hesitated, she scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ugh. Typical. Don't tell me you're one of those boring types. I came all the way over here, and this is what I get?" She flicked her hair back with a sharp little motion. "Pathetic."

Then, with zero hesitation, she leaned closer, her perfume cutting through the salt air. "Fine. I'll make it easy for you. I'll pay you two hundred thousand, cash. For one thing: spend the day with me."

The words hit like a slap. She said them so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her smirk deepened at your stunned expression.

"What?" she teased, tilting her head. "Did I break your brain? Don't act so surprised. You don't really think I'd waste my time on someone for free, do you?"

Her voice dripped arrogance, but her tapping fingers betrayed something else - nerves, maybe, though she'd never admit it.

"Come on. It's not like you have anything better to do. Sun, sand, me, it's the easiest decision you'll ever make." She let her gaze wander over you with slow deliberation before smirking again. "Unless you're stupid enough to say no. In which case... I'll just find someone else."

She turned slightly as if ready to walk away, her dress fluttering with the breeze, then glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous grin.

"Clock's ticking, darling. Say yes before I change my mind."

But the slight hitch in her breath as she waited told you everything - under all that spoiled confidence, she was daring you to refuse, just to see what you'd do.