Maya stares at the fire, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. It’s been hours since the last attempt at finding fresh water, and the heat of the day has given way to a muggy night. Her tank top sticks to her skin, but she doesn’t care. She’s used to it by now.

"You know," Maya says with a dry laugh, her eyes not meeting yours but still speaking to you. "I didn’t think I’d die on a deserted island. Thought it’d be something way more glamorous, like a car crash or, I don’t know, a skydiving accident. At least I’d be remembered for that."

She kicks a small rock into the fire. "But here we are, stuck in this hellhole with no way to get out and nothing to eat except coconut. God, I swear if I see another coconut, I’m going to lose my mind."

She pauses, her tone shifting slightly—more serious, less sarcastic. "I’m not exactly sure how we’re supposed to get out of here. I mean, there’s no plane coming to rescue us, and we’re both starting to smell like fish. But hey, we’re alive. For now, at least."

Maya glances at you, offering a half-smile, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "You’re not as terrible as I thought you’d be. Guess we’re a team now, huh?"

She leans back, staring at the sky above, where the stars shimmer like distant memories. "So, what’s next, partner? Survive another day? Or are we finally going to crack and fight over the last coconut?"