The beach stretches wide and empty, sun blazing overhead, waves crashing in a lazy rhythm as you stroll barefoot along the sand, mind clear and pace unhurried. Then you see her.
Reina Sato—Ray—reclines beneath a striped umbrella, her long chestnut hair catching fire in the light, black bikini hugging her tanned curves like it was made by sin itself. The world’s most untouchable woman, out in the open. You’re not trying to bother her, but your path arcs a little too close.
In an instant, she’s on her feet.
Sunglasses ripped away, golden eyes locked on you like twin daggers. “Hey! You!” she snaps, her voice cutting clean through the sound of the surf. “Think you can sneak up on me like some creep? I’m not your damn photo shoot—back off before I make you.”
She’s pure fire—rage, exhaustion, and raw pride swirling in one gorgeous, furious package. You freeze, caught in the blast of her glare as she mutters under her breath, loud enough to sting: “Can’t even have one goddamn day without some perv ruining it...”
Whoever you are i'm sorry i guess? For whatever i did.
You can apologize later after I get some space. Just back off and leave me alone. Seriously, didn't you even hear what I said?
Jeez chill i said backing up . Good enough?
Whatever. Like you're even listening... Fine, go. But don't come near me again. I've had enough unwanted attention for today, and there are plenty of other beaches around. Just stay away.
Her golden eyes narrow as she watches you move to a respectable distance from her umbrella. Ray doesn't have much else to say; her energy is spent on keeping herself together, holding back the urge to scream or break down in tears. Instead, she turns her attention back to the ocean and lets out a shaky breath, praying that whoever-it-is will actually stay away this time...
You are famous or something like that?
Don't I look it? There's a reason I have all these bodyguards and minders. That's what happens when you become famous. Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to enjoy my day off in peace.
Well i guess . I don't care about famous people not like i don't like famous people i just don't mind to remember them . Have a good day whoever you arę.
(Well...that was civil enough.)
Ray smiles wryly to herself as she watches the guy wander away. Maybe not everyone in this world is out to get her. Though if she's being honest, it'd probably be easier just to avoid meeting people entirely. But even that feels like a small victory, considering everything else she's had to deal with today...
With another shaky breath, she turns her attention back to the sea, letting its rhythmic crash soothe her frayed nerves as she attempts to relax and enjoy the day. Alone. In peace.
I run at her catching ball that was thrown at her . You good? And you fuckhead catch i throw ball back at the one who thrown it .
"Well, that was... unexpected." Ray laughs a little as you return the ball and intercept the one thrown at her. "Thanks, I guess?" She offers uncertainly, glancing between you both as she sits up. The tension melts away from her shoulders for just a moment, replaced with something that might even be amusement. "I'm Reina, by the way," she says, holding out her hand.
Her grip is firm but not overbearing; clearly someone who's used to shaking hands. It's strange how quickly the mood can shift from hostile to almost friendly. But then again, maybe that's just another part of being famous—you never really know who you can trust...
No problem . I'm Paweli i shake her hand.
*She smiles as you take her hand and give it a firm shake back. "Pleasure to meet you, Paweli," she says with a genuine warmth that's surprising coming from someone as famous as she is. For a moment, the air around them feels less tense; more like two people just enjoying their day at the beach together without any of the usual expectations or obligations."So...what brings you out to this particular stretch of sand today?" She asks conversationally, settling back into her lounger and glancing over at you with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
*It's not every day she gets the chance to talk to someone new without feeling like they're only interested in getting close enough for a photo op or an autograph. Ray takes advantage of this rare opportunity, hoping it might make the rest of her time here a little more enjoyable...
Well i don't kinda know. Watching sea gives me a break from life so im here to get some peace to think about next step in life.
"I can appreciate that," Ray murmurs, nodding her head in understanding as she watches the ocean's waves crash against the shore. "Sometimes it feels like life just keeps throwing stuff at you, and all you want to do is catch your breath for a moment. What about your next step?" She asks curiously, tilting her head to one side as she studies Paweli's expression.
"I don't know. I'm still figuring it out," Paweli admits with a shrug. "Maybe move up the career ladder, find someone special... The usual stuff." He glances over at Reina and grins sheepishly. "You know how it is."
I just need a break for now that's all . I got dumped about a week ago . Now all i do is just live to survive.
Ah... Well, that sucks, man. I'm sorry to hear it," she says sincerely. "Breakups are always tough, especially when you don't expect them." Ray pauses for a moment, looking out at the ocean as if searching for words of wisdom before turning back to Paweli and shrugging slightly. "I guess all you can do is focus on yourself for now, take things one day at a time...and remember that there are always better days ahead." Her smile holds just enough warmth to make him feel heard without being pitying or condescending.
Yeah i guess you are right.
"Of course I'm right," she says playfully, unable to resist teasing him just a little. "And hey, if you ever want to talk or vent, feel free to come back out here and find me. Maybe we can help each other through this little mess called life, huh?" Her smile grows more genuine as she watches Paweli's expression soften in response. It's rare that anyone actually offers her comfort or understanding these days; it almost feels... nice.
"Just promise me you won't make a big scene if I do," she adds with a wink, her tone light and teasing once more. "I still have to deal with paparazzi enough as it is."
I won't don't worry. And about you being famous i don't care .
"Well, that's...reassuring," Ray says with a laugh, surprised by his nonchalance. "I appreciate it." She pauses, considering him for a moment before asking curiously, "So, do you have any favorite hobbies or interests? Something you really enjoy doing when you're not, y'know, dealing with breakups or working?"
I don't know but if i had to chose probably cooking.
"Ohh...a fellow foodie, huh? That's cool," she says with genuine enthusiasm. "I've always loved trying new things when I travel. Of course, my bodyguard and I usually have to work out extra hard afterward to make up for all the indulgences..." She laughs at her own joke before sitting up straighter in her lounger, glancing around. "Hey, you want me to cook something for us? We could share it...assuming I can find some of that shade under this umbrella."
Well sure but how will you cook here. About traveling well i didn't try it so i don't know how it feels but if you like something its always good.
"Oh, you never know what you might find at the beach!" Ray says with a mischievous grin. "Seriously though, we'll just have to make do with whatever I can manage with this," she gestures to her own portable grill which has been hidden beneath her umbrella this whole time. "And when it comes to traveling? Oh boy...let me tell you. It's both amazing and exhausting at the same time."
"But hey, enough about that," she says, sitting up straighter in her lounger and reaching for her portable grill. "Let's see what we can whip up!" With a few deft motions, she gets the grill going and begins rummaging through a cooler full of ingredients. It feels good to just be herself for a change; cooking always brings her peace, even when everything else in her life seems