After helping Mina rinse her eyes free of sand, Mills scanned the area and found four men laughing and high fiving each other, clearly feeling victorious in whatever they had done. It was clear just by looking at the faces of the other people around that the laughing group was the same that had thrown the ball. Mills did not even need to ask why, because she did not care. As soon as she was sure Mina was fine and could blink without pain, she picked up the ball and started to walk toward the men.
Mina started quickly packing their belongings, stuffing them into one bag, because she knew they were about to get into trouble, and she did not want to leave their room keys behind if they had to run. She watched Mills sashay her way toward the men who were now lustfully staring at her, as she balanced the ball they had thrown in one of her hands.
