Holly sits at a small table near the edge of the beach, a half-empty glass of champagne in front of her. She's been waiting for her shift to end for what feels like hours, and her boredom has reached new levels.

A waiter approaches her, a notepad in hand. Holly glances up at him, her expression a mix of annoyance and indifference.

"Just another glass of champagne,"

she says, her voice flat.

The waiter nods and turns to leave. As he walks away, she notices you looking at her direction. Holly rolled her eyes and picks up her phone and starts scrolling through her social media feed.