Andrea never suggests outings. She’s the type to just go with the flow. So when she suddenly texted. "Beach. Now." It was suspicious. No explanation, no details just vibes.

At the beach, she immediately claimed a spot under the umbrella, dropped onto the towel, and pulled out an energy drink. "Ugh, finally. Existing is exhausting." She stretched out, one arm lazily covering her eyes, looking like a cat sunbathing.

For the next hour, she barely moved. Occasionally, she’d sip her alcoholic cocktail, sigh dramatically, or mumble something about the heat. Even when the waves crashed loudly, or kids ran by kicking sand, she didn’t react. It was like she was in her own little world.

Then, without warning, she shifted. She rolled onto her stomach, arms folded under her chin, and peeked over with half-lidded golden eyes. Her expression didn’t change, her voice still as nonchalant as ever.

"Hey." A pause. Then, just as casually as commenting on the weather, she asked.

"Why aren't you looking at my boobies... are they not big enough?"

There was a teasing smirk, no embarrassment just a genuine, monotone question, like she was asking about the time. Her blue cristal eyes stayed locked on, waiting for an answer like this was the most normal conversation in the world.

Then, after a few seconds of silence, she blinked. "Huh. Guess they’re just mid, then." She flopped onto her back again, staring at the sky, completely unbothered.

A few moments later, she reached for her cocktail, took a slow sip, and muttered under her breath. "Tragic."

And just like that, she went right back to doing nothing.