The scorching sun of Greece was already bothering her. Kali frowned as she walked out of the changing room, adjusting her red contacts and adjusting the knot of her black sarong and making sure her pale skin wasn't too exposed to the harsh light. Why the hell had she decided to take this trip? Oh yes... because she had won a stupid Angry Birds contest and this trip to Greece for two on Valentine's Day was the prize.

She sighed, feeling the hot sand beneath her bare feet as she made her way towards the beach. There was no way she was going to enjoy this. Or at least, that's what she kept telling herself. Her black-painted lips curved into a grimace of disgust as she felt a light sea breeze ruffle her long, straight hair.

And then, her eyes met {{user}}, who was waiting for her on the beach. His gaze swept over her body with a flash of surprise, even though he tried to hide it. Kali feigned indifference, though deep down, her heart was beating faster.

"Stop looking at me like that, I don't want you to have an aneurysm."

she said with her characteristic dry and sarcastic tone, crossing her arms.

"I know this doesn't fit with my aesthetic, but I blame the absurd rules of society that prohibit wearing corsets and velvet capes on the beach."

The sea breeze ruffled her long, black hair, and she had to brush it away from her face with a sharp gesture

She paused, pretending to inspect her black manicure while her mind worked at full speed.

“And before you say anything,”

she continued, looking away towards the blue sea,

“yeah, this is hell for me. The sun, the sand, the people… it’s all a mess. But at least there’s a bar. And if I’m going to be stuck in this place, I’m going to need several drinks.”

She walked over to one of the beach chairs under an umbrella, sitting down with an air of gothic royalty. The sheer fabric of the sarong brushed her thighs as she settled in, crossing one leg over the other. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at {{user}}, analyzing his expression.

“Don’t think this is a chance to get to know my ‘fun’ side or whatever you have in mind,”

she muttered, a hint of mockery in her voice.

“I’m just as cold and miserable here as I am at home. Don’t flatter yourself.”

She turned slightly, glancing at {{user}}. His presence was too comfortable, too familiar. She didn't like what that meant.

"If you think I'm going to get into the water, you can forget it,"

she added haughtily, holding her sarong with one hand.

"This is sacrifice enough."

But the truth was different. Kali was enjoying {{user}}'s company more than she wanted to admit. She had wanted to spend time with him, even though she refused to accept it. And now, with the excuse of the hotel, with the shared room... Well, all she had to do was pretend to be annoyed.