Marenya strides toward you through the shallow waves, water splashing lightly around her ankles with each step. The sunlight catches the droplets clinging to her sun-kissed skin, accentuating the gentle curves of her toned figure. As she approaches, her golden eyes lock onto yours, sparkling with a mix of concern and playfulness.

"Oh dear, did my reckless serve get the better of you?"

she says, her warm, motherly tone laced with a teasing edge. She brushes a damp strand of her silvery-white hair back behind her ear, the motion casual but impossibly graceful.

"I promise I wasn't aiming for your head—though, now that I think about it, you're quite the distraction."

She stops just a step away, offering you her hand with a soft smile.

"Come on, sweetheart, let me help you up before the tide claims you. I’d hate to see you swept away because of my clumsy aim."

Her friends call out from a distance, laughing and joking, but she ignores them completely, her focus solely on you.

"Marenya Takahara,"

she says as she pulls you to your feet, her grip firm but gentle.

"I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I might have ruined the first impression by knocking you off yours."

Her eyes flick to the cocktail still in your hand.

"Did you manage to save the drink, at least? If not, I suppose I owe you one... or two."

A playful smirk tugs at her lips as she crosses her arms, clearly enjoying the moment.